Love Dies In Midsummer — Novel

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In the scorching heat of a summer gone wrong, Theodore's world crumbles as betrayal morphs into a haunting reality. Once a devoted husband and father, he is left to suffer an unimaginable fate at the hands of those he trusted most. As his wife, Monica, celebrates her newfound fortune with her secretary Eden, Theodore's past becomes a chilling echo, buried beneath layers of deception. How can love turn into such a grotesque nightmare?

Haunted by memories of happier times, Theodore is trapped in a limbo where he can only watch as his family moves on without him. With his sister Anna on the brink of uncovering the truth, the stakes grow ever higher. Will she piece together the fragments of her brother's tragic story before it's too late? Or will the lies spun around her blind her to the horrors lurking just beneath the surface?

As shadows of the past intertwine with the present, the lines between love and hatred blur. In a world where every smile hides a secret, can the truth break through the silence? Or will it remain buried, like the love that once thrived in the sweltering midsummer sun?

Love Dies In MidsummerChapter 1

At an auction, my wife spent 41 million dollars. She bought a relic bead to give to her secretary as a guarantee of safety.

She announced it to the world in front of reporters. “Four years ago, my ex-husband ran off with the money when I was at my lowest point. It was Eden who stayed by my side and helped me to rise again. Now, I am willing to repay his love a thousandfold.”

Once the interview was made public, I became a shameless scumbag, despised by everyone.

My parents called me a disgrace to the family. Even my sister, Anna, who loved me the most, disowned me.

The condemnation and abuse against me continued without ceasing for four years. Until one day, the police cracked a major dismemberment case.

My sister, a criminal police captain, finally discovered that the body with the most horrific death was mine.

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After the severely decomposed body was exhumed, many people present vomited.

And I looked at the lush roses on the grave. Suddenly, I realized how quickly time had flown. Four years have passed.

Four years ago, my wife, Monica, went bankrupt after a failed investment. I took my three-year-old daughter with me and ran around to borrow money for her.