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When I was getting insulted and killed by someone, my husband was in the living room next door, giving medicine to his senior schoolmate.
As I was dying, I exerted all my strength to crash into the door, making noise.
That was my final cry for help.
Paul Bradley, with disgust, scolded at me outside the door.
“Ugh, can’t I bring my classmate home to give her medicine without you making a fuss? Living with you makes me sick! Why don’t you just drop dead, you evil woman?”
The next day, he was called back to the detective team to solve a brutal murder and dismemberment case. He deduced that the murderer didn’t dump the body at the initial crime scene.
But he didn’t deduce that the initial murder scene was in our bedroom, nor did he recognize that the scattered body parts belonged to his most detested wife.
The killer packaged me into three large bags, destroyed the surveillance cameras, and casually threw me in front of the police station.
Paul spent the whole day piecing together my shattered bones.
Billy Sharp’s eyes turned red with anger.
“Beast! This is a provocation!”
“Her entire body is covered in wounds, not a single part intact! How dare he! And she was pregnant…”
It turned out my body was riddled with countless wounds…
I was in so much pain, I lost count…
My husband, Paul, was the most promising and talented forensic expert in their team.
He had extremely accurate deductions and intuition, assisting Billy in solving several major cases. Everyone
who saw him would say he had a bright future ahead.
At this moment, he frowned, his eyes filled with reluctance.
“I won’t let this beast get away with it!”
Even Paul, who was accustomed to bloody scenes, couldn’t help but turn pale and retch when he saw the fully formed Terry retrieved from the sewer.
I lunged forward, but I lunged into nothingness.
My Terry…
I failed as a mother… I didn’t protect my unborn kid…
After Paul regained composure, his brow remained furrowed as he explained my condition.
“Deceased female, 23 years old, died from excessive bleeding. The fetus in her abdomen was less than four months old. She was subjected to inhuman treatment before death, blunt force trauma to the abdomen and head, wounds on the shoulders and waist, multiple fractures throughout the body.”
Billy rubbed his temples.
“The initial crime scene should be nearby.”
“Since the killer isn’t afraid of us at all, and even has a provocative mindset, it’s very likely that the crime scene is somewhere familiar to us!”
After hearing this, Paul, with gloved hands, touched Terry’s still unformed body and placed Terry’s body next to mine.
They say father and son are connected.
12:48 PM
When I Die, He Still Doesn’t Love Me
“Paul, do you feel it?”
“He is our child!”
But besides regret, Paul showed no other emotions.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on my empty left hand.
That’s where… my tattoo is.
His name is tattooed there.
Another officer caught his eye and explained. “There should be a birthmark or scar there. The killer is very
cunning; the left hand of the deceased hasn’t been found yet.”
Paul’s eyes flickered, clearly thinking of something.
Hope rose in my eyes.
Could Paul remember?
Then, a strong disgust flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head.
Billy noticed his reaction.
“Paul, what deduction did you come up with?”
A young officer next to Billy took over.
“I remember Ms. Gorden had Mr. Bradley’s name tattooed on her left wrist! She also said she was pregnant! Mr. Bradley, don’t you want to…”
Paul interrupted the young officer without hesitation.
“Enough! We’re here to solve the case, not play games. Just because that woman says she’s pregnant, you
believe her? She’s a con artist!”
The atmosphere froze momentarily.
Paul’s colleague’s loud voice broke the ice.
“We have a clue! There’s a mole here!”