Introduction

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.