After I Died, My Fiance Knelt in Front of My Grave and Begged for Forgiveness

The photo frame contained pictures of Jason and me from our teens to our twenties.

On the day we started dating, Jason said, "These photos capture our journey from our youth to now, when we are in love. We'll add to them every year."

"When we're old, we can sit in rocking chairs, flip through them, and reminisce about the past."

But tonight, he told Ebby that these photos weren't important at all.

The relationship between Jason and me was like that broken photo frame. Deep cracks now blocked all the beauty that once existed.

Ebby said, "Oh? There are so many photos in there. It would be a shame to lose them."

But she kept walking, carrying the photo frame out the door.

"No!" I shouted desperately, floating forward to block her.

But Ebby passed right through me and threw the photo frame into the trash can without a second thought.

With a loud bang, my heart shattered.

That night, I watched Ebby get drunk with Jason and heard him say he didn't want to face me anymore.

But now, I didn't even have the chance to explain.

I know he had always blamed me for Freya's death.

On the day of the accident, I suddenly felt dizzy, nauseous, and unwell.

Freya said she had to go out for something and would bring me some medicine.

But that night, Freya didn't come back, and I didn't learn she had been murdered until noon the next day.

Freya was found stripped of her clothes, lying on the ground covered in blood, with no part of her body left unharmed.

During the investigation, the police found that she had sent me a message before she died.

"Caelie, the mangosteen you wanted is out of stock. Can you choose something else?"

Based on this message, Jason was convinced that I had deliberately sent Freya out late at night to buy fruit, leading to her death.

I tried to explain that she had gone out on her own to get me medicine and that something was off about the message.

But Jason wouldn't listen.

He grabbed my shoulders and yelled, "My parents are gone. Freya was my only family. Why did you kill her?

"Why, why wasn't it you who died?"

After venting his rage, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

I collapsed to the ground, helpless, with a large pool of blood beneath me.

The day Freya's body was found, I lost our child.

Back at the police station, everyone was still busy with the headless female corpse case.

Larry asked Jason, "Did you make up with your wife last night? Don't think I'm nagging, but couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot. Don't be like me. I ignored my wife for years. Now that I want to treat her well, it's too late."

Larry's wife had died of cancer years ago. Seeing the tension between Jason and me, he kindly tried to persuade us to resolve it.

Hearing this, Jason walked outside and called me again.

But the call still didn't go through.

Jason sighed heavily and sent a text message.

"Stop being difficult. Call me back now, and we'll find another time to get married."

At that moment, the DNA matching results came back. The officer in charge handed the results to Larry in a panic.

He glanced down at the paper, then suddenly looked up and fixed his gaze on Jason.

Jason was confused. "Why are you looking at me? There's no clue on my face."

Larry looked at Jason, choking up as he spoke, "Jason, the DNA results are in.

"The headless female corpse that was tortured and killed is Caelie..."

Jason opened his mouth, then punched Larry lightly on the shoulder.

"Larry, I know you want me to reconcile with Caelie, but you can't joke about this.

"Did she call you to set this up?"

He slammed the documents on the table, his face cold. "This is not funny at all."

Larry's eyes turned red as he handed the report to Jason. "I'm not lying to you... Look for yourself."

Jason leaned back in his seat. "You guys put on a good act, but I'm not buying it.

"Have Caelie call me now, or we'll never have a chance to be together again."

Bart, standing quietly in the corner, murmured, "How could such a good girl meet with such an awful fate?"

Only then did Jason pick up the report.

He stared at it, his eyes scanning every word, afraid to miss anything.

Slowly, the nonchalant expression on Jason's face disappeared, replaced by growing tension.