Say Goodbye To My Beloved Husband

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.