After You Killed Our Daughter, I'll Never Come Back — Novel

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In the aftermath of unimaginable loss, Gertie clings to the memory of a love that was supposed to last forever. Four years of grief have hardened her heart, but when a chance encounter thrusts her back into Julian’s orbit, everything she thought she knew shatters. He’s alive, but he’s not the man she remembers—he’s married, and his new life is a stark contrast to the one they envisioned together.

As Gertie grapples with the haunting betrayal, she finds herself caught in a web of emotions—rage, heartbreak, and a desperate longing for the past. The woman at Julian's side, Grace, seems to embody everything Gertie lost, and the tension between the three of them simmers dangerously close to boiling over. How can Gertie confront the truth of Julian's deception while wrestling with the bitter memories of their love?

In a world where nothing is as it seems, Gertie faces a choice: will she fight for the love that was stolen from her, or will she let go and forge a new path? Each moment is fraught with tension, and the stakes have never been higher. What will happen when the past collides with the present, and can love truly conquer all, even amidst the wreckage?

After You Killed Our Daughter, I'll Never Come BackChapter 1

Three days before we were supposed to get our marriage license, he was stranded in a conflict zone. His flight went down. No survivors.

I couldn't accept it. Every night I clutched his clothes and sobbed until I couldn't breathe. More than once, I nearly followed him into the dark.

Four years. Everyone told me to move on.

I refused. I was terrified that if I let go, no one would remember how deeply we'd loved each other.

Then, on April Fool's Day, I got a rush order. A private villa needed organizing, plus a home-cooked dinner. Triple my usual rate.

The next day, after finishing the organizing, I stepped into the kitchen to prep the ingredients and felt the air leave my lungs.

Every single item was something he used to love.

My chest clenched. My eyes burned. But he would never taste my cooking again.

Half an hour later, I pushed open the kitchen door. A voice drifted toward me, dripping with tenderness.

"Hey, sweetheart. Did the baby give you any trouble today?"

"Look what I brought you."

I froze where I stood.

Because the man in front of me was Julian Weiss. My boyfriend. The one who'd been dead for four years.

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