My Husband Killed My Dad — Novel

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In a world where love and betrayal entwine in a deadly dance, Penelope's life shatters on the day her father dies under mysterious circumstances. The man she once loved, her husband Darren, becomes an unwitting suspect in a web of deceit that stretches beyond their fragile marriage. As Penelope grapples with her grief and rage, she finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew about loyalty, trust, and the man who now feels like a stranger.

Haunted by her father's last moments and the chilling realization of Darren's role in her family's downfall, Penelope must confront the truth behind the façade of their perfect life. Can she untangle the lies that bind them, or will the darkness of betrayal consume her? With every revelation, the stakes rise, forcing her to choose between love and the quest for justice.

As the tension escalates, Penelope discovers that the heart can be a perilous battleground. Will she find the strength to reclaim her life, or will she be forever trapped in a cycle of pain and deceit? Join her on this tumultuous journey where every choice could lead to redemption or destruction.

My Husband Killed My DadChapter 1

My husband bought a villa for Addison, but Addison wanted to redecorate it because she thought the decoration was not good.

He handed the decoration project to my father and asked him to complete it within three months.

My father thought it was a new house we moved to and he worked day and night.

On my father’s birthday, the temperature was 39 degrees and I knew he was working on the construction site.

I wanted to bring a cake to celebrate his birthday, but I ran into my father lying on the concrete floor without a heartbeat.

I called my husband more than a dozen times until he finally got through, “What’s the matter? I’m very busy now and I don’t have time to talk to you.”

At the same time, a gentle and complaining voice came to my ear, “When will the villa be decorated? Hurry them up, I can’t wait!”

I cried and replied in a low voice. “Come back and let’s get a divorce.”

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I wiped my tears, dragged my tired body and silently handled my father’s funeral alone.

When the staff handed me the urn, I didn’t even realize that it contained my father.