I Broke Free from His Love Chains

When I was brutally raped and murdered by ruthless criminals, my husband, Andy Carter, was tenderly escorting his childhood sweetheart, Ruby White, to a hospital check-up.

In my final moments, I frantically dialed his number, pleading for help, only to be met with his icy indifference as he callously ended the call.

"Nora Green, unless you come here and personally apologize to Ruby, don't even think about me forgiving you," Andy had coldly declared.

Our relationship had been strained for a week, ever since I accidentally pushed Ruby during a heated argument.

Yet, that very night, Andy was urgently summoned by his captain to assist with a gruesome dismemberment case.

With a composed yet stern expression, he meticulously analyzed the scene.

"The victim was a female, aged between 24 and 27, and was approximately two months pregnant at the time of her death," he deduced.

Andy was the foremost professor of forensic medicine. No case had ever eluded his keen insight within three days.

Yet, astonishingly, it took him a full week to identify the dismembered remains as his own wife.

*****

After killing me, the murderer scattered my body parts across various locations.

A vigilant passerby alerted the police to the macabre discovery, prompting the special case team to intervene. Unable to ascertain the identity of the deceased, they reached out to Andy.

Upon receiving the distressing call, Andy frowned.

"Alright, I'll be there shortly," he responded.

As he ended the call, his gaze lingered on Ruby with palpable distress.

Due to my impulsive shove, her calf had collided with a sharp table corner, leaving a vivid bruise.

At that moment, they sat in the hospital waiting room.

Despite the seemingly minor injury, Andy insisted on a thorough examination, demonstrating his unwavering concern for Ruby.

Known for his relentless dedication to his work, Andy rarely took time off, yet he had made an exception to accompany Ruby to the hospital.

Aware of the complexity of the case awaiting him, Andy appeared somewhat preoccupied.

Ruby sensibly noticed something amiss.

She gently clasped his hand.

"Andy, it's just a bit of pain; nothing serious.

"Please don't blame Nora. Perhaps she's just envious of me, given her lack of familial love. Don't be too harsh on her..."

Her words, seemingly gentle, were laced with subtle manipulation.

As a ghostly observer, I seethed with impotent rage, my fists clenching involuntarily.

Had I still been alive, I would have undoubtedly lunged at her to unleash my fury.

Earlier that day, returning home unexpectedly to retrieve something I had forgotten, I was stunned to find Ruby lounging in our bedroom, clad in my pajamas and nestled cozily in Andy's embrace.

Enraged, I charged at her, only to have Andy's strong hand restrain me.

"Ruby's clothes were wet. It was just a temporary measure for her to use yours. Be sensible!" Andy defended Ruby dismissively.

My anger boiled over, and I retorted bitterly.

"So, if her clothes are wet, she can wear my pajamas. Does that mean if she's feeling lonely, she can share my husband openly?"

Andy turned gloomy.

"You are so unreasonable!"

His guilt was palpable as he turned away, leaving me behind.

Known for my vengeful nature, I pushed Ruby forcefully to tear off her facade of fragility and innocence.

"Andy! Ah!" Ruby cried out.

She stumbled backward, so her calf collided painfully with a sharp corner.

Worry contorted Andy's countenance drastically. "Nora! You've gone too far!"

He shoved me aside, oblivious to the fruit knife that lay in wait behind me. It found its mark with a cruel precision, embedding itself deeply into my calf.

A cold sweat broke out across my brow because the pain was searing through me like a bolt of lightning. Yet, his attention wholly focused on Ruby, who he swiftly lifted into his arms. His coat was enveloping her protectively as he strode out.

"Ruby, I'm taking you to the hospital!"