My Husband Turned My Mother’s Funeral into His Secretary's Birthday Party — Novel

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In a world where love can turn to ash in an instant, Priscilla Cowell finds herself trapped in a nightmare of betrayal. The day her mother dies saving her husband, Luther, the man she devoted her life to, becomes a twisted celebration for his secretary’s birthday. As laughter echoes from the ancestral home, Priscilla is left grappling with her unimaginable grief, a bloodied reminder of her loss etched into her very being. How does one navigate a life where the lines between loyalty and cruelty blur?

With each passing day, the weight of Luther's indifference crushes her spirit further. He moves on with his life, while Priscilla is haunted by the memories of a mother who loved the man she now despises. As she fights to reclaim her identity amidst the ruins of her past, can she find the strength to confront the monster who has shattered her world?

In this gripping tale of love, loss, and resilience, Priscilla must discover whether she can rise from the ashes of betrayal, or if the chains of her former life will bind her forever. With every choice, the stakes grow higher—can she break free before it's too late?

My Husband Turned My Mother’s Funeral into His Secretary's Birthday PartyChapter 1

The day my mother was hit and killed while trying to save my husband happened to be his secretary, Stella Harris's birthday.

She complained that my mother died at the wrong time and insisted on turning the funeral into her birthday party.

My husband actually listened to her. He ordered my mother’s body to be moved to the roadside.

A stray dog from the village wandered over and began gnawing at her remains. I broke down and rushed to chase it away, but my husband stopped me.

"Today is Stella's birthday. Don't make trouble. It would bring bad luck for us all to place your mother’s body in the ancestral home!"

"So what if it's chewed up? She's already dead. There won’t be anything left after cremation anyway."

As we struggled, a steel bar pierced my pregnant belly. Blood started to flow.

However, my husband turned a blind eye, choosing instead to take his first love to make a wish.

After the surgery, I cremated the unborn child and made a call with a broken heart.

"Please send it to Room 5118 of Hill Apartment, to Mr. Luther Valdez."

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