Dad Says Sorry to Me — Novel

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Rosa Wise never imagined her life would end in brutality, nor did she foresee the chilling silence of her father as he turned his back on her in her final moments. After being savagely stabbed more than 300 times, she watches from beyond as her father, a seasoned criminal investigator, mourns her death—yet still refuses to acknowledge her as his daughter. How could he possibly reconcile his feelings with the truth that haunts him: that he played a part in her demise?

As the investigation unfolds, the tension between familial loyalty and bitter betrayal reaches its boiling point. Chelsea, the sister who took everything from Rosa, now stands as the golden child in their father’s eyes, while the once-vibrant Rosa becomes a mere ghost in their lives. What secrets lie behind the façade of their perfect family? And what will it take for her father to truly see the daughter he lost?

In a tale woven with sorrow and redemption, Rosa's spirit lingers, desperate for justice and longing for the love she never received. Will she find a way to turn the tide of resentment and reveal the truth, or will she remain trapped in the shadows of her past forever?

Dad Says Sorry to MeChapter 1

My name was Rosa Wise. When I was stabbed more than 300 times by a mob to death, my father was transferring the house that my mother left me to my sister, Chelsea Wise.

Because he thought I, the person who got my mom killed, didn't deserve to live in her house.

He didn't answer any of my two dozen calls for help.

Later, as a righteous criminal police, he was filled with indignation when he saw my disfigured body.

He swore that he would bring the mob to justice.

When someone reminded him that I had lost contact, he sneered and said I deliberately disappeared because the house was transferred.

After the DNA test results of my autopsy came out, he completely collapsed.

"Rosa, I'm sorry... It's all my fault..."

***

The first policeman who saw my body was scared out of his wits.

Probably it was because I was killed in such a horrifying way. After all, I was stabbed more than 300 times.

My soul floated in the air.

Looking at his pale face, I felt a bit embarrassed.

Soon, my father showed up.

He was a criminal police for years, but when he saw my body, he still couldn't help but clench his fists and curse, saying that the mob was a monster.