Died in the Rival's House

I stood in front of Lily's house, hesitating to enter.

This two-story building in the suburbs was the beginning of my nightmare.

But I was also eager to know if Ken, with his keen intuition, would find clues when he stepped into this house that had just been the scene of a dismemberment.

Suppressing my fear, I followed Ken inside.

As soon as we entered, a strong smell of blood hit us, and Ken frowned.

Before he could ask anything, Lily, with red eyes, threw herself into his arms.

"Ken, I'm so scared! I heard about the recent dismemberment case. I'm terrified..."

Ken held her tightly, stroking her head comfortingly.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here. No one can hurt you."

My eyes turned wet; that kind of tenderness used to be exclusive to me.

Lily looked up with tearful eyes, her voice soft and almost dripping with emotion.

"Have you been back to see Violet? I know she has a lot of hostility towards me, but those were all misunderstandings. I want to apologize to her in person when I have time."

Ken's face gradually turned cold, the warmth in his eyes disappearing, leaving only disgust.

"Don't mention her. I wish that woman was torn to pieces!"

Lily blinked, leaning on Ken's shoulder, a sly glint in her eyes.

I couldn't hold back any longer, tears rolling down my face.

"My dear husband, as you wish, the place where you stand is where I was dismembered.

"If you bend down, you can see the bloodstains under the sofa that haven't been cleaned up yet. But can you find them?"

Ken let go of Lily, sniffing the air.

"Lily, why does it smell like blood here?"

I tensed up, looking at Lily.

But she remained composed, still speaking sweetly as she led Ken to the kitchen.

On the kitchen floor lay several chickens with their heads separated from their bodies.

She wrapped her arms around Ken, her tone playful.

"I saw chickens in someone's yard when I went for a walk today. I thought if I bought a few, I could make soup for you every day.

"But they only sold live chickens, so I had to bring them back and do it myself. I was so scared when I found out their necks were broken and they were still running around!"

Ken rubbed her head, feeling grateful.

"Lily, you really... are very good to me. Let me do this kind of thing next time!"

I watched the tenderness in his eyes, shaking my head in pain.

With his years of experience as a forensic doctor, how could he not realize that such a strong smell of blood couldn't just come from a few chickens?

It was just that when love ran high, details were deliberately overlooked.

Lily rubbed against his chest coquettishly, speaking softly, "Wait a moment. I'll go upstairs and change my clothes."

Ken's gaze followed her until she disappeared at the top of the stairs.

He must love her very much to block out all the strange aspects of this woman automatically.

I followed Ken, watching as he wandered into the kitchen, picked up the dead chickens on the floor, and scrutinized them.

Seemingly thinking of something, he took out a plastic bag from the drawer and threw all the dead chickens in.

With a smile, he carried the bag towards a wooden door in the living room.

Behind the door were stairs leading to the basement.

There was a large freezer in the basement, initially used for storing food.

But now, it only contained one human head, which belonged to me.

My heart was about to jump out, and I wished I could rush up and help him open the door.

His hand was already on the door handle. He just needed to twist it and would find me...

"Ken, what are you doing going to the basement?"

I was icy cold all over, looking back at Lily.

This woman really had a strong psychological quality, still composed at the moment with her sweet appearance.

Ken waved the plastic bag in his hand.

"The weather has been hot these days. I'm afraid the dead chickens will stink if they sit around for too long, so I plan to put them in the freezer for you."

Lily looked lovingly, clinging to his arm.

"Ken, you're so busy and still come to see me. Don't waste time doing these things."

The implication made me, Ken's wife, feel heartbroken.

Ken's face flashed a trace of panic, but he gently pushed her hand away.

"Don't... Lily, I'm not divorced yet. Just wait a little longer. I will be with you legitimately."

With that, he reached out again to firmly grasp the door handle and pushed hard!