Love and Separation Are Indescribable1
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.