After Knowing The Truth, My Husband Avenge Me

“When you went for your first medical examination, Alison waited impatiently outside the door, saying that you were wasting her time and that it would be better if you died of a serious illness ...”

"At that time, I felt you were so pitiful. So, after she left you, I insisted on staying by your side …"

She then cried pitifully, "I know I’m not even worth a single finger of hers, but I beg you … please don't hate me …."

I jumped up in a flash and shouted, “It’s not like that! It’s not like that!”

That day, I was simply too nervous and ended up vomiting in the bathroom. And when I heard the doctors discussing Carl’s condition, I fainted completely. And when I woke up again, I was in an empty place, with only that villain tormenting me day and night.  

The moment I thought about those unbearable days, I felt dizzy.

Carl widened his eyes, then laughed self-deprecatingly. “So that’s how it was … Lindsay, you’re just too kindhearted. How could I ever let down your love?”

His eyes reddened as he cursed me wholeheartedly, “Too bad I didn’t die like she wished. But now… I really do want her dead. Even if she's at the ends of the earth, I'll drag her out and feed her to the sharks!”

I laughed, then cried. At that moment, I wished I could transform into human form and tell him that if I could meet you again, I would be willing to die once more. But I no longer had that opportunity.

Cause Carl … you've seen my corpse.

The atmosphere between the two gradually eased and they slept on the marital bed after the heat of passion. But I could not sleep at all. I had a feeling I was about to vanish.

The next morning, the police officer called Carl again. This time, he was ready to give an answer.

"Mr. Harrison, based on our further investigation of the corpse, the characteristics match your ex-wife...”

"The similarity is extremely high, right? Then I’d better come take a good look!”

This time, Carl no longer resisted and his tone brimmed with unhidden excitement. He hated me so much that only a gruesome death could ease the pain he’d carried these past six months.

I followed him as he sped all the way to the forensics department

“Did you find something?” he asked the officer eagerly.

With a serious expression, the officer nodded solemnly and led him to the examination table.

“How tall was your ex-wife?”

"One hundred and sixty-nine centimeters."

“And approximately how much did she weigh?”

"Around fifty-five kilograms."

“What was her blood type?”

“Rh-negative.”

“Did she have an English letter tattooed on her left arm to cover a scar?”

Carl, who had been casually listening, froze, his pupils suddenly contracting.  

The forensic doctor carefully lifted my left arm, which had been reduced to a mass of flesh and showed the letter to Carl.

The letter L.

No one knew better than Carl where it came from. The scar was left when I shielded him for him. He also tattooed the letter onto my arm with tears in his eyes, one stitch at a time.

At that time, his career was just taking off and he had suffered a lot of jealousy from his peers. Some even put seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars bounty on his head. When the thugs charged toward him, I instinctively stepped in front of him.

I could take the hurt, but the career he was so proud of couldn’t be destroyed.

Carl took a sharp breath and his hand trembled as he took the victim’s physical records and read them over and over again.

“We also discovered,” the officer continued, “that the deceased endured nearly six months of inhuman abuse before death. Her limbs were covered in ligature marks, as if she had been bound to some object all the time. Her upper body was covered in whip marks, with scars that had healed and reopened and her chest was already festering with rotting flesh…”