After Knowing The Truth, My Husband Avenge Me

When I was tied to a spinning wheel and tortured to death, Carl Harrison was busy holding a press conference to accuse me. “A few months ago, I was diagnosed with advanced cancer, but the latest results from today's follow-up examination show it's benign!”

He threw an arm around his secretary, with tears glistening in his eyes.

“My wife of eight years vanished overnight, but Lindsay Moore, who isn't my relatives or friends at all, cared for me for six months! If I let down such a good woman, I wouldn’t be worthy of being called a man!”

“And now, I want to announce to the world that I, Carl Harrison, will marry Lindsay immediately!"

The criminal violently shut off the TV and plunged the knife tip into my ribs. “I'll give you one last chance. Are you going to call Carl or not?”

I was on the brink of death, but I still clenched my teeth. “He… doesn’t want me anymore. What’s the point?”

The criminal swung the knife, ending my life.

"There's still no news from her yet? Is she really that heartless?”  

The assistant lowered his head. "No."

“She might as well be dead!”

On the tenth day after my death, police found a heavily decomposed female body in the bushes by the riverbank. They called Carl, the relative of the missing person, that they had uncovered a horrific murder.

The man who had cursed me to die now staggered slightly ....

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When Carl rushed over, the detectives were struggling to lift the maggot-infested corpse onto the examination table.

After being exposed to the blazing sun for ten days, it had already turned into a foul-smelling, swollen mass, causing the forensic pathologists to shake their heads in disbelief.  

The detectives pinched their noses and handed Carl a sealed, blurry circular object.  

Carl glanced at it once and scoffed, “This definitely isn’t hers. Don’t waste my time with this.”

After saying that, he turned to leave.

The detective was enraged by his indifferent attitude and couldn't help but confront him, “Is identifying whether this belongs to your wife a waste of your time? Are you even a man?”

Carl's footsteps suddenly halted and he clenched his fists tightly. "That's not my wife. That's a heartless woman who abandoned me for her own interests! What right do you have to morally blackmail me?"

“When I was diagnosed with cancer and facing death, how did she treat me?”

“When I was undergoing chemotherapy day and night and my hair fell out, where was she?”

“When I cried every night in agony, unable to understand why she left me, did she feel even a shred of guilt?”

Seeing the hysterical man in front of him, the detective was stunned.

Carl twitched his nostrils, as if trying to suppress his own shameful side.

“Sorry… I didn’t know…” Looking apologetic, the detective patted his shoulder, urging him to let it go.

What neither of them knew was that I was standing beside them, as light as air. I kept waving my hands, trying to get them to notice me. “It's not like that! It's nothing like that!”  

I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to make them hear me.  

"Carl, when you were undergoing cancer treatment, I was locked in a small dark room and tortured.”  

“When your hair fell out, mine was also pulled out by the roots, making me wish I were dead.”

“When you couldn’t understand why I disappeared, I desperately hoped you would come to save me.”  

And yet …

None of this reached his ears. After all, I had turned into a phantom that could only exist for a week and I had used all my strength to fly to his side.

But I still could not tell him the truth.

I collapsed helplessly to the ground, tears that didn’t exist falling in large drops.