When I was brutally dismembered, my husband, Arthur Hewitt, was watching a movie with his adopted sister, who was an angelic bitch.

I called him ten times for help before I died, and he didn't answer a single one.

Half an hour later, my bloodstained phone received a message from him.

It read: [Bitch, stop bothering me!]

[If it weren't for our son, I'd have strangled you myself!]

By then, my dead body had already been stripped bare by the killer, lying cold on the autopsy table.

In my heart, I prayed that they'd cut fewer pieces so Arthur could identify me sooner.

The next day, Arthur led the team investigating the city's sixth dismemberment murder case.

What he didn't know was that among the dismembered parts in the sewer, there was my final clue left for him.

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The killer dismembered my body and scattered the parts in trash bins in the suburbs.

They even mailed one of my body parts to the city police station.

The killer's cruelty and arrogance shocked the precinct.

My husband, Arthur, was the youngest captain in the department.

He put on rubber gloves, personally retrieved my left leg from the sealed package, and sent it to the forensic lab.

A group of officers gathered around the lab's glass window, discussing the case.

One officer flipped through a file and said, "Captain Hewitt, this is already the six-th dismemberment case."

"It's clear they're targeting us!"

Arthur's brow furrowed as he was deep in thought.

Soon, the forensic team delivered their findings.

"The victim is female, and the estimated age is between twenty-three and twenty-five based on bone age.

"Rigor mortis is still present, so time of death should be less than twelve hours ago."

Arthur appeared uneasy, his fingers drumming rapidly on the table.

"Deploy all available forces, search the city for the remaining body parts, and identify the victim as quickly as possible.

"And the fact that the killer is targeting the police suggests this might be out of hatred!

"If anyone has female relatives matching this age profile, it's best to call and make sure they're safe."

I thought, "Arthur is really impressive. He can analyze the case in just a few minutes.

Three years ago, when he proposed to me, he had just joined the city's criminal investigation team as the top graduate of the police academy.

However, if he's so intelligent, how didn't he recognize his own wife's left foot?"

Some officers immediately began calling their families in a panic.

One officer asked, "Captain Hewitt, don't you want to call home too?"

"No need."

Arthur coldly replied, "My entire family died in that car accident."

The officer seemed a bit embarrassed, "But your wife..."

Arthur said in a deep voice, "She didn't die, but she is the one who deserves to die the most."

Tears welled up as I stared at Arthur, my heart aching at his words.

I thought, "My dear, I'm already dead."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the police received a call reporting the discovery of numerous body parts at a waste station in the western suburbs.

Arthur immediately led the criminal investigation team to the scene, launching a tense investigation.

In the center of the vast open-air landfill, the officers cleared a small area and laid down a plastic sheet.

On the sheet were my right leg, left arm, right arm, and head.

My broken body was gradually being pieced together.

The officers collecting the remains were agitated, discussing among themselves.

"The person's face was burned by sulfuric acid until the bones were exposed. What a huge hatred this must be!"

"The killer didn't just desecrate the body, they even mailed the left leg to the police station. How horrible!"

"In our bureau, there are just a few people, who on earth has provoked such a crazy murderer?"

Under the scorching sun, Arthur's white shirt was soaked with sweat as he focused intently on searching through the mountains of trash.

My soul hovered in the air, anxiously praying for Arthur.

If my spirit could truly help him, I hoped to bless my dear Arthur to find my body as soon as possible.

Otherwise, our son would be in danger!

Just before dawn the previous day, a group of thugs pried open our lock, attempting to break into our home.

Panicked, I picked up my sleeping son, hid him in the storage room, and locked the iron door.

In order not to wake up my son, when they broke in and stabbed me in the heart with a knife, I clenched my teeth and didn't make a sound.

I had sealed the USB drive containing evidence and the key to the storage room in a bag and swallowed it beforehand.

They were the hope I left for my son to survive and my final gift to Arthur.

Under my eager gaze, my body was soon fully reassembled.

The forensic pathologist removed his rubber gloves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "The victim's face has been severely burned with acid. It'll take time to reconstruct.

"The only clue we have now is her severed right ring finger.

"The killer must have cut off the victim's ring finger because it held something that could identify her."

Arthur stroked his chin, his gaze suddenly sharp.

"The right ring finger... That's where the wedding ring goes!

"When a body stiffens after death, the ring will be stuck at the knuckle.

"The killer must have cut off the victim's finger to steal the ring!

"Who could she be? A woman between twenty-three and twenty-five, married, and connected to the police department..."

The officers fell into deep thought, following the clues Arthur provided.

I couldn't help but burst into tears.

When Arthur proposed to me, he knelt on one knee and slipped the ring onto my ring finger.

"My love, this diamond ring is a testament to our love.

"We'll wear it forever, just like we cherish every part of our bodies."

From the moment Arthur proposed, I never took off that wedding ring.

Later, the killer cruelly severed my ring finger to take the ring.

I thought, "Arthur, you loved me so much once. How could you not think of this?"

An officer suddenly realized something and said, "Captain Hewitt, the kindergarten called this morning saying your wife didn't drop off your son.

"Do you think she might have..."

Arthur coldly interrupted him, "She values her life very much, so nothing would have happened to her.

"She's just trying to use our son to threaten me.

"Hmph, I'd rather lose our son than have anything to do with that woman!"

The senior detective next to him sighed, "Arthur, you can't entirely blame Luisa for your parents' accident.

"She is also a victim. She has just been lucky enough to survive."

Arthur clenched his fists, his voice growing more resolute.

"My sister saw Luisa doing that with her own eyes. She deliberately stepped on the gas and crashed the car into the wall!

"She was in the driver's seat, protected by the airbag. She didn't get a scratch.

"But my parents were burned alive in that car!

"If Cathie hadn't been lucky enough to escape, I wouldn't have a single family member left!

"To clear her name, Luisa even falsely accused Cathie of grabbing the steering wheel and causing the accident. How despicable she is!"

Arthur's words were fierce. He obviously had a deep hatred for me.

The officers didn't dare to persuade him further. They began packing up, preparing to return to the station.

Listening to his words, I felt as if my heart was being torn apart.

I thought, "Arthur, the one who caused your parents' deaths was your foster sister, Cathie.

I never lied to you..."

By the time Arthur and his team returned to the station, it was already four in the afternoon.

Twenty hours had passed since my death.

In the forensic lab, the team quickly pieced together and examined my body.

I desperately hoped they would open my belly and retrieve the key and evidence from my stomach.

But instead, they focused first on facial reconstruction, DNA testing, and database analysis.

The officers gathered in the conference room with the forensic report, discussing the case.

Even by the end of the workday, they hadn't reached any conclusions.

The old chief took a sip of coffee and, exhausted, said, "Let's work a bit late today, try to identify the victim as soon as possible."

A young officer complained, "The body's been discovered for so long without a missing person's report. What's her family doing?"

Arthur stared at the photos of my body, yet he still didn't realize it was me.

At that moment, I felt a wave of despair.

I suddenly realized that, as my only remaining family in this world, Arthur no longer had a place for me in his heart.