“When you went for your first medical examination, Alison waited impatiently outside the door, saying that you were wasting her time and that it would be better if you died of a serious illness ...”

"At that time, I felt you were so pitiful. So, after she left you, I insisted on staying by your side …"

She then cried pitifully, "I know I’m not even worth a single finger of hers, but I beg you … please don't hate me …."

I jumped up in a flash and shouted, “It’s not like that! It’s not like that!”

That day, I was simply too nervous and ended up vomiting in the bathroom. And when I heard the doctors discussing Carl’s condition, I fainted completely. And when I woke up again, I was in an empty place, with only that villain tormenting me day and night.  

The moment I thought about those unbearable days, I felt dizzy.

Carl widened his eyes, then laughed self-deprecatingly. “So that’s how it was … Lindsay, you’re just too kindhearted. How could I ever let down your love?”

His eyes reddened as he cursed me wholeheartedly, “Too bad I didn’t die like she wished. But now… I really do want her dead. Even if she's at the ends of the earth, I'll drag her out and feed her to the sharks!”

I laughed, then cried. At that moment, I wished I could transform into human form and tell him that if I could meet you again, I would be willing to die once more. But I no longer had that opportunity.

Cause Carl … you've seen my corpse.

The atmosphere between the two gradually eased and they slept on the marital bed after the heat of passion. But I could not sleep at all. I had a feeling I was about to vanish.

The next morning, the police officer called Carl again. This time, he was ready to give an answer.

"Mr. Harrison, based on our further investigation of the corpse, the characteristics match your ex-wife...”

"The similarity is extremely high, right? Then I’d better come take a good look!”

This time, Carl no longer resisted and his tone brimmed with unhidden excitement. He hated me so much that only a gruesome death could ease the pain he’d carried these past six months.

I followed him as he sped all the way to the forensics department

“Did you find something?” he asked the officer eagerly.

With a serious expression, the officer nodded solemnly and led him to the examination table.

“How tall was your ex-wife?”

"One hundred and sixty-nine centimeters."

“And approximately how much did she weigh?”

"Around fifty-five kilograms."

“What was her blood type?”

“Rh-negative.”

“Did she have an English letter tattooed on her left arm to cover a scar?”

Carl, who had been casually listening, froze, his pupils suddenly contracting.  

The forensic doctor carefully lifted my left arm, which had been reduced to a mass of flesh and showed the letter to Carl.

The letter L.

No one knew better than Carl where it came from. The scar was left when I shielded him for him. He also tattooed the letter onto my arm with tears in his eyes, one stitch at a time.

At that time, his career was just taking off and he had suffered a lot of jealousy from his peers. Some even put seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars bounty on his head. When the thugs charged toward him, I instinctively stepped in front of him.

I could take the hurt, but the career he was so proud of couldn’t be destroyed.

Carl took a sharp breath and his hand trembled as he took the victim’s physical records and read them over and over again.

“We also discovered,” the officer continued, “that the deceased endured nearly six months of inhuman abuse before death. Her limbs were covered in ligature marks, as if she had been bound to some object all the time. Her upper body was covered in whip marks, with scars that had healed and reopened and her chest was already festering with rotting flesh…”

“Her hair was pulled out bit by bit and even burned... Because her scalp was fused together, we couldn't get any useful DNA. And her lower body... was even worse... It was like something a beast would do...”

“But the victim had a strong will to live … otherwise, she wouldn’t have lasted six months,” the forensic doctor whispered, then reluctantly covered my face with a white cloth.  

The report in Carl's hands slipped to the floor and he started to brainwash himself, “It can’t be her. How could it be that heartless woman? She’d drag others down with her but never die herself…”  

He shook his head, then unconsciously fumbled for a cigarette and lit it.

The forensic doctor sighed. “But in the past six months, the only person who has gone missing is Miss Hunt. You can't let your hatred prevent you from believing that the deceased is her!”

“Shut up! Stop spouting nonsense! How could she die? She would never die!”

Carl's eyes burned red as he ripped the report to shreds like a madman. "I get it … Alison must’ve bribed you to trick me, right?”

He laughed savagely, pointing at everyone in the laboratory.  

The officer stepped forward to stop him. “Mr. Harrison, we understand your feelings, but the test results don't lie. We are public servants working for the people and would never collude with others!”

“I don't believe it! I don't believe it!” Carl screamed repeatedly, as if that could change the facts before him.

I stood by, my nose red with tears, unable to laugh or cry.

Carl … I’ve already died…. Just like you wanted. Isn’t that better?

Eventually, the lab staff escorted the disruptive man out.  

Carl huddled under the eaves of a building on the street, looking like a defeated old man. When the sudden downpour extinguished his cigarette, he kept smoking in a daze. Not until his phone vibrated and he answer it like a lifeless corpse. "Who is it?

“Hello, this is an employee from the private nutrition meal service. Would you like to renew the six-month nutrition meal plan your spouse previously booked?”  

His eyes widened in an instant. "What?"

“It's like this, a Miss Hunt booked a nutritional meal plan for you six months ago, but we can't contact her now, so we had to call the contact person. Would you like to renew it?”  

Carl just hung up the phone without saying anything. Then he gasped for air, like a dying fish. “How is that possible? How could she have booked it?”

I sighed. Half a year ago, I noticed his health was deteriorating, so I pre-ordered the nutritional meal plan for six months. It seemed someone used my name to place the order.  

Carl dialed Lindsay's number with a grim expression.  

“Carl, when are you coming back? The bridal shop delivered the wedding dress. I want to try it on with you.”  

However, he didn’t have the patience to humor her. He asked directly, "That nutritional meal … wasn't it you who ordered it?"

Lindsay, on the other end, clearly froze. "Carl … have you found out?

"Yes… I did."

Lindsay burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. "Carl, I didn’t mean to deceive you. It’s just that your condition was so bad at the time, I had to pretend it was me who ordered it so you’d eat!”

“I didn’t want to see your body wasting away day by day. I just wanted you to get better…”

Hearing the girl’s heartfelt confession, Carl’s furrowed brows instantly relaxed. “I understand now. I have misunderstood you.”

Carl kept on asking, "However, the last person Alison saw before she left was you. Did you hear where she was going?"

It seemed that after hesitating for a long time, Lindsay had finally made up her mind. "Carl, I was planning to take this to my grave. But since you’re asking, I’ll tell you …”

“When your medical report came out, Alison kept making overseas calls. I only caught something about ‘meeting in Australia,’ and that she’d definitely be there…”

“And she left in a hurry, as if she had finally shed some burden.”

“Also, do you remember the first case you misdiagnosed? I found out it was diagnosed by a doctor close to Alison. She seemed… to have already prepared to leave you…”  

When she finished, she sent him a recording from six months ago, along with proof of my supposed connection to that doctor. “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid of destroying the last shred of hope you had for her…”

Carl hung up the phone. The recording had been edited to make it seem like I was eager to get rid of him, a burden and move on to a new life.

But the truth was, I immediately reached out to overseas experts through my connections, intending to take him for treatment as soon as possible. As for the doctor who was supposedly close to me, we had only met once at a dinner gathering.

Lindsay went to great lengths to collect these “evidence” pieces. She had planned all along to frame me and destroy me.

My heart sank suddenly.

I painfully recalled the criminal who had tormented me for half a year. He would always blindfold my eyes and abuse me as if following orders.

No matter how I begged him, even kneeling and bowing my head, pleading for him to let me go, he remained unmoved, saying that what he could obtain was far more than what I could offer. But he never revealed what the reward was.  

Later, when he grew tired of me, he tied me to a spinning wheel and used me as a target for throwing knives to torment me.

His mood grew increasingly worse, his drinking more severe and his beatings more brutal. He would snarlingly call me a money-losing good-for-nothing, forcing me to call Carl for money.  

But Carl’s phone was always out of service and each time I called, he would torture me mercilessly.  

Yet I still clung to a sliver of hope, believing Carl would come to save me and do everything he could to save me.

Until the day I died, I saw Carl, whom I hadn't seen in half a year, say, “I don't love you anymore.” All the strength left my body and I died in agony.

Now, a thought flashes through my mind. That criminal might be connected to Lindsay! It was her who hired the criminal to torment me, but later refused to pay him. So the criminal forced me to ask Carl for money and, in a fit of rage, killed me.  

At last, tears streamed down my face as I shook his shoulders frantically, trying to make him hear my accusations.

“It was Lindsay who ruined me; it was her who hired someone to kill me!”

“She's lying to you, I didn't abandon you, I didn't!”

But my fingertips weakly passed through his shoulders and I could only watch as he nodded.

“I told you, someone who wants others to die wouldn't die themselves.”

“She might be waiting for me to die somewhere across the ocean.”  

“I understand. Our wedding is in three days. I’ll prepare properly.”  

The man hung up the phone in silence, crushing the cigarette butt fiercely and sped away like a madman.

I followed closely behind, feeling my spirit grow weaker by the moment.

Once again, he gave up and turned away from the truth to choose someone else.

I cried out in heartache, watching helplessly as he ran toward his new life.

Carl, I won't see the day when you discover the truth. And for the rest of your life, I will no longer be part of it.

When Carl got home, almost as if out of guilt, he made love to Lindsay over and over again. He shut down every form of communication device, as if he intended to die in her arms.

And I could only watch them roll around and express their love for each other in agony and despair.

Three days later, when the first light of the morning streamed in, Lindsay had put on her wedding dress, blushing shyly as she waited for the driver to pick her up. She looked so beautiful, even more beautiful than I did when I wore mine.

I blinked, not wanting the tears to fall.

By noon, Carl stood at her door, holding flowers in his hand, his gaze full of deep affection.

Lindsay threw herself into his arms without hesitation, like a princess celebrating her victory and they climbed into the wedding car, which was reserved just for them.

By the time I arrived at the venue, out of breath, their wedding had already begun. Carl locked his eyes on Lindsay, as if she were the only star in the universe. There was not a trace of me on them anymore.

Just when the couple exchanged rings, the crowd cheered and the ceremony was about to end, the door burst open and the police officers rushed in with guns raised, shouting, “Put your hands up and don’t move! You two are suspected of murdering Miss Hunt. We have enough evidence!”