Heatwave Murder

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In the middle of a scorching 104-degree heatwave, my husband took our daughter for an outing. They both allegedly died of severe heatstroke.

As soon as the funeral was over, the debt collector who had been eyeing me for a long time showed up at my door.

I had no way to pay him back. To protect my husband's family, I had no choice but to become his secret plaything.

Eventually, the debt collector grew tired of me and threw me out onto the streets like trash.

With nothing left to my name, I