The moment I was being tortured to death, my husband, Zane Lawson, was dancing a duet with his mistress, Lily Turner.

He let me go to hell and then hung up my call for help impatiently.

"Bitch, you disgust me! I won't look at you again even if you die."

Five days later, he dissected a mutilated corpse in person.

The murderer was vengeful, and his methods of killing were clumsy.

However, Zane didn't notice that the victim was his wife, Chloe Lawson, the one he hated the most.

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After killing me, the murderer put me in a black plastic bag and then threw me to various places, just like in the movies.

My soul could not find peace and was floating in the air for five whole days.

I was helpless when part of my body was gnawed by animals in the sewers and some decomposed in the wilderness.

Nobody noticed them until it was rotting and stinking in the water.

The police quickly arrived at the scene and formed a cordon around here.

Zane, wearing a mask, walked in the front row and approached my body with firm steps.

I hadn't seen him for a long time, so I was very excited upon seeing him running towards me.

But as he passed by me directly, I realized that I was dead.

Even so, I still believed my husband, the youngest and most promising forensic doctor in the city, could recognize me as soon as possible. I thought he would help the police solve the case and seek justice for me soon.

"Has the crime scene been tampered with?"

"Only an old man found it and opened it to look," one of the police reported.

Zane then frowned as he looked at the vomit next to the plastic bag.

"After the old man saw what it was, he couldn't help but vomit," the police explained.

Zane nodded, turned his back, and spoke coldly.

"If you want to vomit, please go far away. Don't damage the scene."

Taking a deep breath to calm down, he continued to concentrate on dealing with the body parts.

Thinking that I was the one who made him feel uncomfortable, I lowered my head in disappointment.

Upon inspection, he found that the plastic bag was damaged.

The next moment, a young policeman came over with a piece of human skin. "Mr. Lawson, there is a new discovery!"

Zane took it and looked at the tattoo on it carefully.

I started to get nervous and wondered if my husband would notice it.

The tattoo was an artistic pattern with both of our names. He designed it as a gift to me on our first anniversary.

Later, I secretly got it tattooed on my ankle as a surprise for him.

From then on, every time we had sex, he used to kiss the mark that belonged to us.

However, his words disappointed me.

"It may be a tattoo. The murderer deliberately destroyed it and split it into several pieces. In this way, we can't identify who the victim is. There should be more nearby. Go and widen the search now."

I least expected that he didn't remember it.

He didn't have another look but put it in the body bag.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang, with a very special alert tone.

After hearing this, his attitude softened a lot. He took off his gloves and glanced at the message.

[Darling, we haven't seen each other for a day. I miss you so much. Please come back soon.]

My husband then sent a voice message, and it sounded gentle.

[Okay then. Wait for me at home. I will buy you your favorite strawberry cake.]

Strangely, I could still experience a pang of sadness in my heart.

Every time he talked to me, his attitude was cold, as if it was a waste of time.

Yet, I didn't care about it, just hoping that he would change his mind someday.

I wondered if Zane was always by her side and kissed her ankles during these days without me.

The police were searching my body parts, so no useful information could be extracted for the time being.

Zane didn't work overtime but left the follow-up work to Cody, his assistant.

He looked through his phone and contacted the cake shop to order a strawberry cake.

Just as he was about to leave, Joe Smith, the police captain, stopped him.

Joe was Zane's classmate in the police academy and also my fellow villager. So, we were familiar with each other.

Meanwhile, he knew everything about Zane and me.

"Zane, life is uncertain, and it's normal for the couple to quarrel. Why not sit down and talk it over with Chloe?"

As my name was mentioned, Zane was in annoyance. He even made a mistake while transferring the money to the owner of the cake shop.

"Joe, we can't reconcile the relationship. I've signed the divorce agreement and sent it to her. If you're really concerned, you might as well urge her to sign it and give it to me quickly."

"Zane, calm down, please. You always get angry once we talk about this. Have you ever talked to Chloe calmly? Why are you so eager to divorce? Is it because of Lily?"

Zane interrupted impatiently, "That's enough. Lily never does anything wrong, and she even speaks up for Chloe. As you know, it is Chloe who cheats on me first, and she doesn't admit it. Joe, if you were me, would you forgive her?"

Joe paused and sighed, "Yet, I know that Chloe isn't that kind of person. She is introverted and not good at expressing herself. Did you confirm that you didn't misunderstand her?"

Zane looked at Joe with disdain. "Why do you speak so well of her? Are you having an affair with her?"

"Zane, shut up!" Joe raised his voice and stared at him angrily.

Walter, the doorman, brought a strawberry cake suddenly.

The sender's name was mine.

Since I was dead, it was impossible for me to buy a strawberry cake.

Zane threw the cake away with a look of disgust. "What a bitch! Why did she buy it? It makes me sick!"

The cake was scattered all over the floor, and everyone present could smell awful blood in the air.

Inside the cake was the smelly red liquid and a foot.

"The feet are fake, and the blood..."

Joe sniffed it and concluded, "It smells like animal blood."

"Chloe makes me mad. What does she mean? Does she warn me that she will strike off Lily's feet if I'm still with her?

"What a crazy woman! When can she realize our relationship has ended."

Joe asked in confusion, "I remember Chloe had a tattoo on her left foot, right?

"This is also a left foot. Could something has happened to Chloe? Is she asking for help?"

He checked the cake box carefully, trying to find some clues.

But the next moment, Zane stepped on it and crushed back and forth. He shouted in anger, "What could happen to her? It's all to attract my attention. The wicked woman just wants to split Lily and me up.

"Lily is such a good woman, but she can't sleep all day because of Chloe's threats. To put it bluntly, I'm determined to divorce her. No matter how Chloe tries, it's useless.

"A few days ago, Lily just sprained her left foot, and it's still swollen. Chloe sent me a fake left foot now. What does she mean? Is the left foot just a beginning?"

Zane returned to the office with disgust and changed his shoes. He finally spoke to Walter, "Please throw away those shoes for me, along with the ones on the ground."

Joe grabbed him and wanted to say something, but Zane pushed him away.

"Instead of wasting time on a vicious woman, you'd better think about how to solve the case as soon as possible.

"She is just a dirty woman. I feel disgusted and unlucky just mentioning her now!"

As a soul, I could only float in the air, unable to defend myself.

Besides, I couldn't argue with him anyone, for I was indeed dirty.

Yet, nobody knew why I became such a woman...

I wanted to know if he really didn't care about it.

Maybe he only treated Lily as the nice woman in his heart.

On the way back, he called me, but I didn't answer. So, he sent me messages angrily.

[If you dare to hurt Lily, I will make you suffer a thousand times more than she did! I promise!]

[Chloe, let me tell you again. We have to get a divorce! If you still have some dignity, just sign the divorce agreement. Otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with when our parents know it.]

[Why can you, a disgusting and vicious person, live in this world? If I were you, I would have committed suicide. How about hitting your head against the wall?]

Seeing these messages, I was so heartbroken that I couldn't breathe. I clenched my fists tightly and forced myself to calm down.

I had no idea why it could hurt me so much after I was dead.

In the past, we loved each other so much. Furthermore, we were actively preparing for pregnancy at the beginning of the year.

But now, he actually wanted me to die! Also, he used such wicked words mercilessly.

However, none of this was my fault.

I really wished he could listen to my explanation.

Right, he couldn't hear it now. After all, I was already dead.

My body had not been found yet, and I was still lying on the dissecting table.

I wanted to know when he could find it.

The search went smoothly. My other body parts were found out, except the head and feet.

Zane and Cody, his assistant, stood beside the dissecting table and began to work.

The first thing was to extract important clues after processing the remains of my body.

The next step was to extract gastrointestinal and oral residues, open my chest, and examine the cause of my death.

Zane checked and reported, "It looks more like death from suffocation."

"Before and after death, maybe the deceased was..." His voice became lower and lower, and his face became paler.

I guessed that he might think of my betrayal.

But in fact, it wasn't my fault.

Putting a stop to all distracting thoughts, Zane devoted to his work again and dissected my body with rapt attention.

To be honest, I was a little fascinated by it.

Zane was handsome and aloof. The pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose made him look mysterious and charming.

My case was so complicated that Zane spent 10 hours completing the forensic report.

Taking off his gloves and mask tiredly, he washed his hands at the sink.

"Tell Joe that the meeting can begin in ten minutes."

At the case seminar, Zane conducted a detailed analysis of the forensic report.

"The deceased is a female, between 20 and 25 years old. The various indicators show that she has been dead for about 4 to 6 days.

"Although there are no stretch marks on her abdomen, she gets pregnant and has a miscarriage before death. The deceased is alive when she is tortured by the murderer. Now, in addition to the head and feet, the child is also missing."

Looking at his furrowed brows and thoughtful expression, I knew that he remembered something.

Indeed, I was four months pregnant.

I told him the good news, but he said I was dirty and shameless. He believed that I was not worthy of having children and being a mother.

He cursed me and our children with the most unpleasant words. Perhaps that was why he couldn't see us after we died.

"It should be the first time for the murderer to kill a person, or he did this for the first time. The wounds are messy. It proves that the murderer has no experience and is not a person engaged in the business of selling pork and beef.

"The victim must have tried to resist before her death, which stimulated the murderer and made him do such a crazy thing.

"Or maybe the murderer has some kind of connection with the deceased. To vent his anger, the murderer kills her cruelly."

Everyone remained silent at this time.

After the meeting, Joe stopped Zane and said, "Don't you think this victim looks familiar? I remember Chloe..."

Zane snorted, "So what? Are you familiar with it? Have you made love with her?"

Joe couldn't help but punch him, "Mind your manners! Why do you become so rude?"

"What the hell do you want from me? Do you want me to show the evidence of her cheating on me?

"I really wish the deceased was Chloe now. If she died, I wouldn't bother to gather the evidence."

At this time, I closed my eyes.

Zane had already gotten what he wished for.