The End of Daylight Is Not Love — Novel

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When Natalie’s world shatters, the man she once adored becomes a stranger cloaked in betrayal. With her beloved grandmother gone and a husband who seems more concerned with his secretary than her grief, she’s left to navigate a labyrinth of deceit, guilt, and lingering affection. How can she reconcile the tender moments with the horrifying reality of his actions? As the fireworks light up the night sky, Natalie’s heart grows cold, and the warmth of their shared memories is overshadowed by the weight of loss and betrayal.

Faced with a desperate choice, she decides to join a secret experiment, erasing her identity and severing ties with the world for five long years. But as she prepares to disappear, Josh’s charm and concern still tug at her heartstrings, leaving her torn between love and self-preservation. Is it possible for a heart to heal when the source of its pain lurks just beyond the door?

In a world where loyalty is a façade and love can turn toxic, Natalie must confront the truth of her past and decide whether to reclaim her life or remain shackled by the shadows of her former happiness. Will she find the strength to break free, or will she forever be haunted by the end of daylight?

The End of Daylight Is Not LoveChapter 1

My husband, who spoiled me to the core, dressed up as Santa Claus to amuse his female secretary and win her smile.

He tricked my grandma into drinking a sedative and locked her in a car with the heater running. Tragically, she died of poisoning.

I called him again and again, but no one answered.

At the same time, the female secretary's live stream drew thousands of viewers who watched as "Santa Claus" extravagantly gifted her 1,001 presents in a high-profile show of affection.

The next day, he finally messaged me: [Baby, sorry, an urgent project came up and I had to go on a business trip. I can't spend Christmas with you! I've planned tonight's city-wide fireworks show, wishing you and grandma a Merry Christmas!]

I sat with my grandma's ashes all night, staring at the dazzling fireworks outside.

At dawn, I saw the secretary post a nine-photo grid on social media of the two of them watching the northern lights. The caption was: [Every little wish of mine, you always remember. Love you for a thousand years!]

My heart went completely cold. After grandma's burial, I dialed that mysterious number.