Love and Separation Are Indescribable

When I was dismembered, my husband, Luke Turner, was accompanying his lover to buy baby supplies.

On the phone, I cried, shouted, and even knelt to beg him. "You can hate me or even kill me, but the child is innocent. If you come now, the child can still be saved!"

He said disgustedly, "Get lost, you deserve to die! You don't deserve to have my child!"

A week later, the dismembered body of a pregnant woman was found at an abandoned construction site.

He cursed the killer's cruelty and searched everywhere for the missing body.

Yet he didn't realize that the body was his most hated wife.

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By the time my body was found, it was so decomposed that it was unrecognizable, and the summer heat made the amniotic fluid from my body emit a foul odor.

When Luke and his team approached, many couldn't help but vomit.

His face turned pale, and he approached with a mask on, but couldn't help vomiting by my body.

The coroner patted Luke's back while reporting the simple autopsy results.

"The victim was about 30 weeks pregnant, and she..."

The coroner paused and said, "She died in excruciating pain."

"The child was still alive when she died. If we had come earlier, the child could have been saved!"

Luke was the best crime analyst in the city, and he was invited to speed up the investigation.

Luke spat and finally recovered, "The killer's method is extremely skilled. I suspect it's related to the case from three years ago!"

"Have the other parts of the victim been found?"

The coroner said with difficulty, "The killer seems to be taunting the police, leaving clues, but time is too short. Only the upper body has been found so far."

"This is a case targeting pregnant women. Luke, isn't your wife also pregnant?"

Finally recovered, the officer, Wyatt Parker, handed a stack of documents to Luke, reminding him.

He said impatiently, "Don't mention her. She deserves to die."

"She doesn't deserve my attention."

The pain all over my body had subsided after so many days, but my heart still ached when I heard Luke's words.

"Does he hate me so much that he wants me to die?

Now, you got your wish.

But our child could have lived."

Thinking of this, my tears fell, and my empty belly began to hurt again.

The team members hesitated to speak but reluctantly continued to survey the scene.

I looked at the stack of documents in his hand, feeling heartache.

"Luke, take another look, and you will find that the person lying there is the one you hate the most.

It's okay if you hate me and don't want our child, but someone else is tied up like me. If you don't save them, another victim will appear."

Luke followed the police back to the station, where they had the most complete case files.

He rubbed his temples, visibly tired.

Before coming to the scene, he was comforting his lover, Nora Evans.

The overnight companionship made the dark circles under his eyes more noticeable.

"Luke, if you're tired, you can go back and rest for a while. The autopsy report won't be out for a while."

Wyatt pulled out the case files from three years ago to check for similarities between the two cases.

"She's about to give birth, and her husband hasn't reported her missing after so long. What a scumbag."

He complained while looking at the photos from the scene.

Luke's face didn't look good. He seemed to think of something and took out his phone to call Nora, "Nora, it's not safe outside lately."

"Don't go out. Call me if you need anything, and I'll take care of it."

Nora on the other side laughed and agreed, "Luke, you should also remind your wife."

"It's so chaotic lately, and your job is special. If they retaliate against family members, your wife is in more danger than me."

Luke's gentle expression froze for a moment, then he said with disgust, "She is better off dead."

"Take good care of yourself and don't think too much."

He hung up the phone and opened WhatsApp, stopping at my chat box.

The chat history remained from seven days ago when I had abnormal fetal movements and wanted Luke to accompany me for a prenatal checkup.

Luke didn't reply to me. What was he doing then?

Oh, right, he was with Nora buying baby supplies.

Nora's child is a girl, and he said our daughter has returned, back to her favorite godmother.

At only two months, Luke cherished the true culprit who killed our daughter like a treasure.

He hesitated for a moment, then impatiently blocked me. "Are you using the child to threaten me to come back?

"Ha, have you forgotten how our daughter died?

"I hate you. You'll never get my forgiveness in this lifetime!"

He threw his phone on the table and continued to look through the case files.

My expression must not look good now.

"Luke, how did you not think that your wife was also pregnant?

If you had just made a call, you would have found out your wife was missing.

Maybe you could have realized that the body in the cold storage was your wife, and the child in the belly was your unborn son.

But you missed it again."

I was anxious but helpless.

"Luke, I beg you, think about our past. Can you spare a little attention on me?

The killer only gave you eight days, and there's one day left before he acts again!"