After I was Killed, My Husband Restored the Truth Himself
After I was Killed, My Husband Restored the Truth Himself Chapter 1
I Died, But He Didn’t Believe It
The night I died, William was out celebrating his old love’s birthday.
I was in excruciating pain and managed to make one last call to him. But all I got from him was a cold, dismissive response: “Can you stop pretending? If you really want to die, do it far away and don’t interrupt me celebrating Serena’s birthday.”
The sounds of fireworks were ringing in my ears as I closed my eyes in despair.
Later, after my murderer dismembered me and tossed me into a meat grinder, my body was discovered three days later.
As I watched William open the grinder and realize that the victim was indeed murdered, I couldn’t help but laugh. The person I loved the most would finally stop hating me.
This time, I was really gone.
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My body was found by a scavenger three days later. When the police received the report, they rushed to an abandoned factory where they found a rusty meat grinder.
When they opened the grinder, even the most seasoned police were taken aback by what he saw. My limbs were mangled and torn apart by the machinery, with bits of flesh, broken bones, and hair all mixed together, making it hard to even recognize it as a human form. The stench of blood was overpowering, and many of the officers had to fight the urge to vomit.
“What kind of grudge or hatred could drive someone to be this ruthless?” Captain David, the head of the police team, said. “This is the most brutal murder case I’ve encountered in my twenty years on the job.”
David was someone I knew. I used to bring dinner to William when he worked late and would bring a portion for David too. We’d gotten to know each other well over time. He’s experienced and competent, with all the traits of a great detective. I’m sure it won’t be long before they uncover the truth about my tragic death.
I wondered what William’s reaction would be. Would he be relieved that I was truly dead? Or would he feel pain and regret for my death, even just a little bit?
I was curious about his reaction when he saw my body.
The investigators were meticulously combing through the scene, and William arrived in a rush, still wearing a birthday hat.
David shot him an impatient glance and said, “Whose birthday are you celebrating? Emily’s birthday is in December. Let me remind you, Emily is a good person. You should appreciate her and not take her for granted.”
William’s face darkened. He crumpled the birthday hat in his hand and gripped it tightly. “Emily isn’t my wife! In my heart, Serena is my only wife. If it weren’t for her scheming, I would never have married Emily!”
He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred. “Emily is up to no good. She knows I don’t love her, so she killed Serena’s parents to make Serena suffer and make us live with the guilt for the rest of our lives!”
David noticed the anger on William’s face and tried to calm him down. He patted William’s shoulder and said, “Look, in that situation, she could only save you first. The fire spread so quickly that there wasn’t time to save anyone else. She’s just a weak girl who did her best to rescue you. You really can’t blame her for this.”
William sneered, “David, you don’t need to defend her. I know her better than you do.”