The Final Whistle on Lies

From the back cover

Five years. Every single day, I' d hunted for her. My fiancée, Ava, vanished without a trace, leaving me a ghost of my former self after my career-ending injury.

Then, at my nephew's first birthday party, she reappeared.

But seeing her wasn't the reunion I'd dreamed of. She stood beside my older brother, Mark, holding a baby, another child clinging to her leg – their children.

The world shattered. My parents, my old teammates – everyone was smiling, and they all knew.

They had known for five years. I was the only fool in the dark.

Mark clapped me on the shoulder, a smug grin plastered on his face, openly proclaiming he'd found her after an "accident" and they'd "fallen in love while she recovered."

Ava looked at me, her eyes cold, devoid of recognition, as if I meant nothing. Later, she' d call me a "victim," reminding me mercilessly of my own past suicide attempt, which she' d been in town for, yet never visited.

How could she be so callous? Why had everyone I trusted helped hide this cruel joke, letting me drown in my grief?

I watched them, forced to witness their casual intimacy in the ruins of my life, until one day, packing up my old apartment, I stumbled upon a forgotten tablet, and the truth began to unravel.