A Brewing Betrayal

“Daisy' s memorial service was a haze, the thick lily scent a painful echo of my little girl, gone. I stood a hollow shell, while my wife, Casey, seemed eerily calm, almost serene. Then I overheard her chilling confession: she' d authorized an "unproven" treatment that "hastened" our daughter' s death. My blood ran cold. She dismissed Daisy' s complex care as "draining," before reconnecting with her old flame, Ethan Holloway. Days later, she callously planned to convert Daisy's vibrant room into her new home office. I found Ethan lounging in my living room, Casey laughing with him, more animated than I' d seen her in years. "It's my parents' house, Alex!" she snapped when I confronted her, mocking my award-winning brewery as a "hobby." Her family had already frozen our accounts, accusing me of financial mismanagement. Now, Ethan and Casey were trying to steal my revolutionary brewing process-my life's invention, meant for our family's legacy. The betrayal was absolute, desecrating Daisy's memory and everything we built. How could the woman I loved not only hasten our daughter' s end but then brutally disrespect her memory, seemingly conspiring to ruin me? My marriage was shattered, but my spirit was not. I vowed that day to leave the wreckage, launching "Daisy Chain Brews" with my secret patents. This wasn't just for me; it was for Daisy.”