After I Died, My Fiance Knelt in Front of My Grave and Begged for Forgiveness

On the day I was tortured to death by a criminal, my fiancé Jason Roberts was helping a schoolmate's cat deliver her kittens.

The last message he sent me before I died read as follows.

"Ebby's cat is having a difficult birth and needs my help. Worst case, we can get married in the city hall tomorrow. Don’t be so dramatic."

But for me, there was no tomorrow.

Three days later, my body was discovered, and Jason himself performed the autopsy.

The injury report detailed multiple comminuted wounds on the body, and many parts had been dismembered. The female victim had died after being cruelly tortured.

Jason's face showed compassion as he cursed the murderer as a beast.

Yet, he didn’t realize that the headless corpse on his table was me.

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As the police officers cleaned up near the foul-smelling ditch, I couldn't help but look away.

It was hard to believe that I, who had planned to get married with my fiancé just three days ago, was now dead without a sound.

Failing to find all my remains, the officers showed visible sadness and anger in their eyes.

"The deceased has severe injuries．We need to re-investigate the scene."

The wind carried a foul stench, causing some younger officers to vomit.

It had been raining for several days, and the scene had been destroyed. It was extremely difficult to catch the murderer.

After the police collected my body, they transported it to the public security department overnight.

Jason, the most outstanding forensic doctor in the city in recent years, personally conducted the autopsy and determined the cause of death.

Perhaps it was because the body's shape was too similar to mine.

As he worked on my remains, his face turned pale with anger, and he took deep breaths several times.

Soon, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"According to the injury assessment, the deceased had multiple comminuted wounds and several body parts had been dismembered. This woman was brutally tortured before she died."

"At present, the head is still missing. All we can confirm is that the deceased is a woman around 25 years old."

"The murderer's methods were extremely cruel, almost beastly!"

Hearing these words, the other officers were equally enraged.

"Such a brutal attack suggests a revenge killing. We must identify the victim first, then investigate her relationships."

Hovering above the scene, I watched them discuss the case, unable to stop thinking.

How would Jason react if he knew it was me?

Sadly, he didn’t realize it was me even when he placed the body in the freezer.

As night fell, Larry from the police station patted Jason on the shoulder and said, "Go home. We'll have to wait for the DNA comparison results to make any progress."

Jason removed his gloves, disinfected them, and rubbed his temples. "It’s all we can do for now."

They walked out of the station with their arms around each other's shoulders. Larry suddenly sighed and spoke.

"We found a lot of wedding decorations near the crime scene, not far from the city hall. The girl was probably going there to get a married."

"A good person, taken just like that."

"By the way, didn’t you and Caelie get married a few days ago? Why didn’t you tell us the good news?"

Jason paused, his voice stiff, "No... we haven’t got married yet."

Larry pressed him, "What happened? Did you two have a fight? Listen, Caelie is a good girl. Don’t let her go..."

These words seemed to jog Jason's memory.

He pulled out his phone and tried to call me as if he suddenly remembered my existence.

A cold, mechanical voice responded him.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service area. Please try again later..."

My phone had already been smashed by the murderer and flushed down the drain. There was no way he could reach me.

Jason, growing impatient, hung up abruptly.

"Every day, you’re driving me crazy!"

"I was just away for a few days. Is it really necessary to act like this?"