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!"

The coroner did a DNA test, which still required an expedited day.

The police had compiled all the files from the case three years ago.

The method was extremely similar to this dismemberment case, but the killer had already been brought to justice and even executed. It was impossible for him to come back to life and kill again.

Luke still had no more clues.

He had investigated the case three years ago and had been the one to catch the killer.

This time, the same method was clearly targeting him.

"Luke, all parts except the head have been found."

Wyatt's face looked a bit pale, clearly having just vomited.

"Damn it, who could be so cruel to a pregnant woman!

"Is her family dead? Why hasn't anyone noticed she was missing for so long?"

He complained vehemently, hanging photos on the whiteboard.

Luke looked at the photos again and again, suddenly stopping at the scar on the arm.

My heart skipped a beat, praying he could remember what it was.

"What other physical characteristics does the victim have?" He pointed to the scar and asked Wyatt, "Was she abused?"

"Her family hasn't contacted us for so long, we can't rule out an acquaintance as the perpetrator."

"Check for recent domestic violence reports with these obvious tear marks."

Luke frowned, analyzing all possibilities, except he didn't realize it was the scar left by his wife desperately holding onto their daughter.

I became calm again; of course he didn't know what that scar was.

Since our daughter's death, he had never cared about me again.

Wyatt checked the recent reports and found nothing.

Luke had to analyze again from another direction. He circled the locations where the body parts were found, analyzing the killer's intent.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, his face turned pale, and he looked at Wyatt.

"Wyatt, do these addresses point to one place?"

Wyatt stared at the map, his voice trembling as he asked, "Luke, how long has it been since you last contacted your wife?

"How long has your wife been pregnant? Is it..."

Luke thought for a moment, realizing he didn't know how long I had been pregnant.

I found out I was pregnant at our daughter's funeral, but by then he already hated me deeply and didn't know how long I had been pregnant.

He shook his head in denial and said, "Same trick.

"Using the child to trick me?

"Last time, it cost our daughter, what do you want this time?

"Wyatt, you should call her later."

Huh, he didn't even want to give me a call, but he thought of Nora immediately.

Thinking about how he just called Nora with a gentle reminder, I felt so sad I wanted to vomit.

"Luke, do you know that you missed the truth again?"

"Luke, I can't reach her," Wyatt immediately made a call and hesitantly asked, "How about you go home and have a look?

"Even if you don't want to see her, you'll feel relieved when you see her.

"Just do it for the case? After all, all clues point to your neighborhood."

Luke wasn't a good husband, but he always cared about his work.

He didn't hesitate any longer, put on his coat, and drove home.

I followed him, urging him constantly, "Hurry! Faster!"

Only 4 hours left...

Luke returned home for the first time since our daughter, Elena's incident.

He opened the door and saw that the tidy room was covered with a thin layer of dust, and he was stunned for a moment.

He sneered, "Zoey, is this your only trick?

"Why didn't you die back then?

"Do you think pretending to be a victim will make me sad? Dream on; you only disgust me!

"This is utterly boring!"

He opened every door in the room, his face growing darker.

He hesitated at Elena's bedroom door.

After much hesitation, he grabbed the doorknob and was about to open it when his phone rang abruptly.

"Luke, can you come over?

"I'm so scared, I feel like someone is following me.

"I just went to get a package. It's something my dad left for me."

Luke's expression tightened, and then he seemed to sigh in relief. "Wait for me; I'll be right there.

"Don't go down alone, I'll go with you to get the package!"

He turned and left quickly, once again missing the truth.

Elena's diary was right on her desk.

If he just opened the door, he would see what Elena left him before she died.

I had tried many times to give the diary to Luke, but he always thought I was using Elena as an excuse to see him.

It wasn't just him who hated me, I hated myself too.

"Wasn't I devastated by Elena's death?"

I cried helplessly as I watched him run to Nora's house.

It was just a wall away. The house Luke bought for Nora was next to ours.

It was ironic. He had been next door all along, and I never knew.

After being together for so long, I still couldn't compare to Nora in his heart.

In just a few minutes, Luke appeared at Nora's house.

I entered their home for the first time. It was spotless, just the way Luke liked it.

Luke had a slight cleanliness obsession and hated a messy house.

But when Elena was young, there were always toys scattered around, and he would frown and complain while tidying up.

When Elena grew up, she said a spotless house didn't feel cozy at all.

Elena deliberately added some toys to the corners, and Luke reluctantly accepted it.

He must have really liked a house like this.

Nora saw Luke rush over and threw herself into his arms, trembling, "Luke, did I interrupt your work?

"But I'm really scared. I'm sorry, it will just take a moment, just a moment."

Luke hesitated for a moment, then held her tightly, as if trying to give her strength, gently patting her back.

What a perfect couple. I wondered how they would feel if they knew I was watching from the side.

I smiled self-deprecatingly. "Luke, I always thought work was your top priority, but it turns out Nora was.

Did you forget what you were going to do when you went home?"

"It's okay, I'm here.

"They must have found out about our relationship. Don't go out unless I'm with you.

"Their target is pregnant women, and you happen to be pregnant!"

Nora's eyes twinkled, and she looked at Luke innocently and said, "Luke, thank goodness for you!

"Otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do!

"Have you found the killer? You need to be careful too!"

At the mention of this, Luke gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "He's extremely provocative. I will catch him!"

"What about your wife? Luke, are you really not going to check on her?"

Nora raised her eyebrows, seemingly mentioning me on purpose.

Luke was a bit impatient, "Why is today so unlucky, with so many people mentioning her?

"If she died, I'd be relieved. If it weren't for her, Elena wouldn't be like this."

He said while gently touching Nora's belly, "But it's okay, Elena is back. I'm relieved she's in your belly."

Nora chuckled and held Luke's head, slowly bringing it close to her belly.

What a heartwarming scene.

How could Elena be reborn in Nora's belly?

She's the one who caused her death!

Without Nora, Elena would still be alive!

The two cuddled for a while before going out to get the package. The others would think they were newlyweds.

The package!

I suddenly realized. "My head was in the package!

Huh, Luke, you'll see me soon."