Three years ago, I killed Stephen Green's parents.

And when he was seriously injured in a car accident and paralyzed in bed.

I locked him up in a mental hospital, subjected him to extreme humiliation, and forced him to divorce.

And then I disappeared from the world.

Later, he escaped from the mental hospital and also disappeared completely.

When he reappeared, Stephen had already become a senior forensic doctor specially appointed by the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

He hated me to the core, and incited netizens to cyberbully me, trying to force me out and make me pay the price.

But what he didn't know was that I was already dead.

The dismembered corpse that he dissected with his own hands was me.

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On the tenth day after I was disfigured and dismembered, my grandmother Ophelia found my body in the abandoned trash bin.

My soul floated in the air, watching the old lady with white hair and a hunched body, pulling me out of the trash can.

She picked up my decaying limbs and carefully wiped off the stains, trembling uncontrollably.

Muttering in her mouth, "Betty, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, Grandma will take you home..."

Even though I was already dead, my heart still felt like a sharp knife piercing, causing intense pain in my chest.

I was clearly no longer the same appearance, clearly having no connection with my grandma.

But she knew that the unfamiliar woman who passed by her house every day was me.

Meeting but unable to recognize each other, time and time again. The offspring died before its eldership.

How much pain must that my grandma, the frail little old lady, feel in her heart...

She brought my decaying limbs back home, poured water, carefully cleaned me, and placed me on the flower bedsheet I used when I was a child.

Just like when I used to lie on it as a child.

However, she did not understand the structure of the human body, no matter how hard she tried, she could not create a complete human figure.

Her voice trembled, full of grief and helplessness, "Betty loved beauty the most, what should I do, I cannot restore Betty's appearance..."

At this time, today's major news was playing on the TV.

First, the case of the criminal gang leader that the police have been tracking for ten years was being tried in court. A police officer was seriously injured during the arrest and is still unconscious.

Second, Stephen Green, the former heir of the Green Group who disappeared three years ago, suddenly reappeared and became a senior forensic doctor specially appointed by the Municipal Bureau.

Three years ago, the daughter-in-law of the Green Group betrayed the Green family, causing the stock price of the group to plummet and the entire group to collapse. Stephen's parents committed suicide.

And Stephen had a serious car accident and became paralyzed on one side of his body.

His wife thought he had become a poor loser and a useless cripple, so she locked him up in a mental hospital, leaving behind their newborn baby and forcing him to divorce.

He was desperate and tried to commit suicide several times, but failed.

And I was indeed the wicked woman who abandoned her husband and child, causing the death of his parents.

Stephen hated me to the core.

The first thing he did after escaping from the mental hospital was to find me, the malicious woman who caused the death of his parents and kept him in the mental hospital for three years, and make me pay a painful price!

Under his deliberate guidance, I was almost instantly subjected to cyberbully.

They found out my past deeds and my photos.

In the photos, I was still intact, not disfigured or dismembered.

However, no matter how the netizens did, my news stopped abruptly since three years ago when I forced Stephen to divorce.

It's as if I suddenly disappeared from the world.

The netizens cursed me viciously, cursing me to die quickly.

But I did die.

I died twice.

My grandma stared at the man on TV blankly. After a long time, she hugged my broken body and seemed to have made some important decision.

"Betty, Mr. Green and Nana are back. You must be eager to see them... I will take you to see them..."

Nana...

My heart suddenly ached.

She was the baby I gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy.

I didn't even have a chance to take a good look at her before we separated.

I wanted to see her so much that it broke my heart.

When I was alive, I wanted to meet, but I didn't dare to, and couldn't meet.

When I was dead, could I secretly take a look at my baby?

I greedily stared at the familiar, yet even more mature face on the TV screen, and my heart was filled with a dull pain.

Stephen...

If... if he knew the truth and my suffering, would he forgive me?

No... I hope he never knows, just live on with hatred towards me. I thought.

My grandma didn't have Stephen's contact information, nor did she know where he lives.

But she knew that a murder happened, and it was the forensic doctor who was responsible for the autopsy.

And Stephen was the forensic doctor.

So, she used the simplest method: calling the police.

When the police saw my dismembered body, they couldn't bear to look.

My face was severely corroded by sulfuric acid, and my features were completely unrecognizable.

My limbs were dismembered, the blood had long dried up, and the dismembered body had started to decay, emitting a strong stench.

But it was wiped clean and neatly placed on the flower bedsheet I used when I was a child, which was very eerie.

The police immediately set up a cordon after such a horrific dismemberment case.

They searched inside and outside the room, conducted luminol tests, but there was no significant fluorescence reaction, proving that this was not a dismemberment scene.

Nor was it the spot of dumping.

This horrific disfigurement and dismemberment case has left the citizens in panic.

Everyone speculated that a sadistic killer had emerged.

Some even cursed that I, this wicked woman, would be quickly tortured and killed by this sadistic killer.

My grandmother was taken back to the police station along with my dismembered body.

The police attached great importance to this case and quickly formed a task force.

The most important thing in this type of case was to find the source of the body and confirm the identity of the deceased.

And my dismembered body, for some reason, seemed to be carefully taken care of by my grandma.

The police speculated that the deceased had a special meaning to her, most likely a relative.

But when faced with the police's questioning, grandma's withered hand tightly held onto her clothes and consistently refused to answer.

The police who visited near her house learned that she was a lonely old woman.

Her son was a rogue and had divorced long ago, and died three years ago.

The daughter-in-law and granddaughter also unfortunately passed away three years ago.

She usually relied on picking up some scrap and the care of social workers to make a living.

There were no relatives or close people who matched the age of the body.

When the police were helpless, my grandma finally spoke.

She was willing to disclose the location where the body was dumped, but she requested to meet forensic doctor Stephen.

My soul drifted involuntarily to the dissecting room.

Stephen, wearing a white coat and a strong cold light on his head, solemnly bowed to my body in front of the stainless steel dissecting table.

Then, he pieced my broken body together, bit by bit.

This was the first time I had entered the dissecting room and seen him at work.

Focused, serious, and sacred.

And I, on his dissecting table, about to be dissected.

He carefully placed the completely unrecognizable head on the just assembled body, as gently as he had tucked my broken hair behind my ear years ago.

He checked while the assistant recorded.

"Deceased, female, aged 23 to 28. Based on the degree of decomposition of the body, the estimated time of death is 8-12 days ago."

"There are signs of life at the wound. The deceased was dismembered while still alive..."

The assistant sighed, "It's really pitiful. How much hatred must the deceased have to endure such torture at such a young age."

He said, frowning, seemingly lamenting the fact that such a young person died so tragically.

He picked up a gleaming surgical knife, size 24, and cut straight into the middle of my neck. The blade slid, cutting open the chest and abdomen.

"The victim's head was repeatedly struck with a blunt object, causing severe brain damage."

"The face was corroded by strong acid... with signs of plastic surgery..."

"There are multiple binding injuries and stab wounds all over the body... The victim endured a long period of inhumane torture before death."

"And the stomach contents... cement!"

The assistant next to him almost screamed.

"What a sicko! Killing someone is not enough. How much hatred and resentment must there be to torture the victim like this, pouring cement into their stomach..."

Stephen carefully picked out a torn and corroded piece of paper from my stomach contents.

"There are words on it, there may be clues, send it to the forensic science department for examination immediately!"

The assistant wondered, "What kind of person and under what circumstances, would swallow paper into their stomach?"

I looked at the paper ball that I had swallowed into my stomach, feeling very nervous.

Could the writing on it really be restored?

Is my secret going to be exposed to the public? I thought.

After Stephen dissected, he skillfully sutured the abdominal cavity.

However, it would take a long time to repair my face and sew up my severed limbs.

At this moment, a young police officer rushed over anxiously.

"Mr. Green, the old woman who found the body insists on seeing you before revealing the location where the body was dumped. Do you know her? Is there any connection between you and the deceased?"

Stephen's breath paused, and his whole body stiffened.

"What did you say?"

He stared at the body on the dissecting table, his hand holding the surgical knife trembling slightly, with a complex expression that I couldn't understand.

After a while, he put down the surgical knife and hurriedly rushed out.

Even though I knew deep down that my body had become so decayed that I couldn't even recognize myself, how could he possibly recognize me?

But I couldn't help but feel nervous.

We have been in love for seven years, so he naturally knew my figure very well.

Would he... recognize me?

Please, don't recognize me... I thought.

When Stephen saw my grandma, he seemed a bit dazed and lost.

He had seen her once before, but at that time, she was still a spirited and smiling old lady.

But she in front of him was hunched over, skinny, and lifeless all over.

He seemed to recognize it, but he didn't dare to admit it.

At the moment when Stephen appeared, my grandma suddenly stood up and looked into his eyes, which were turbid, red, and filled with complex emotions.

After a long time, she finally calmed down and pleaded,

"Mr. Green, I am Betty's grandmother. I would like to ask you for a favor."