Betrayal's Sting: A Father's Revenge

The phone call came at dusk, ripping through the quiet of my evening with words that shattered my world: "Your daughter, Lily... accident... Oceanville General."

I raced to the hospital, my heart hammering like a trapped bird, praying for a miracle, only to find my estranged wife, Sarah, coolly discussing the "accident" as if our five-year-old Lily was a mere inconvenience.

Then the doctor delivered the fatal blow: "She was calling for you, Mr. Miller. She kept asking for her daddy."