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Back From The Grave For My Daughter

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 549    |    Released on: 09/06/2025

amirez cuffed me, "Look at the suicide note, then look at the birt

but took the card I offered.

the worst of the mob,

were relentless. But I stuck t

opped the

er, Richard Mil

Miller, the philanthropist? He's supposedl

you to think," I said.

ck of Lily's death, my arrest... it killed him last time. This time, I needed to shield him,

e were alone. "If he hears about this, about Lily, about me being accuse

the frame-up, my rebirth, Izzy's affair with

andwriting on the note, some

mirez said, rubbing his temples. "

elp me find the truth,

"Okay, Miller. Let's say I play a

together, a

is is Detective Ramirez, Portland PD. We need to

eady made a cryptic call to Dad's private number before the party, hi

back. Chartered a private jet. H

p and fierce

oning. They played their roles perfectly.

arm, supposedly from me. "He's been vi

han could be capable of this... but Richar

Vance, Mrs. Miller, you claim Ethan Miller wrote this note to frame h

Izzy insisted,

addy' here so different from the 'Daddy' on

xchanged a quick

Her handwriting would be

said. "We'll let

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Back From The Grave For My Daughter
Back From The Grave For My Daughter
“The clinking of glasses and polite chatter filled the dining room-a supposedly normal dinner with my wife, Izzy, and a potential business partner, Mr. Henderson. This was the night meant to seal the deal for my brewery, signaling a bright future for my family. But in my mind, the scene played out differently, vividly, a horrific déjà vu of the night my life had truly ended. Last time, this seemingly innocent evening spiraled into a nightmare where my daughter, Lily, died, and I was framed for her murder. My 'loving wife' Izzy pointed her finger, screaming accusations that chilled me to the bone, painting me as a monster. My stepmother, Carol, publicly disowned me, her eyes cold and calculating, while my father, Richard, succumbed to the shock, his weak heart giving out. I ended up in prison, a shivving victim, universally condemned as a child abuser and killer. The sheer injustice of it all, the betrayal by those closest to me, had festered over what felt like an eternity. How could they concoct such an elaborate, cruel lie, especially one involving an innocent child? Why would my own family orchestrate such a devastating downfall? But this time, I was back, reborn into this exact, horrifying moment, the jagged neck of a broken beer bottle clenched in my fist. No more polite conversation, no more playing the fool-this time, the script was mine. This time, Lily would live.”
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