My Favorite Wife:Investigate the Truth Behind My Death

I was being dismembered when my wife Ashley Fenn was out buying gifts for her old flame.

I grunted into the phone, desperate for help. "Another one of your tricks?" She scoffed, hanging up, "Get lost! Don't bother me even if you're dead!"

Seven days later, she was knee-deep in solving a brutal dismemberment case.

She speculated that the killer, with a knack for eluding detection, exhibited extreme brutality, deliberately taunting law enforcement.

Little did she speculate that the shattered remains belonged to her most despised husband.

After reducing me to pieces, the murderer brazenly dumped me in the police station sewer, triggering a day-long search through the putrid tunnels.

Then, my body was pieced together over three grueling days.

But my left ear and arm were missing.

Police suspected a calculated act of vengeance.

Ashley, the youngest and only female captain in the detective squad, had cracked numerous tough cases.

Upon seeing my corpse, her team was visibly shaken.

Ashley frowned, face pale but resolute, suppressing her disgust.

The coroners briefed them, detailing my ordeal.

"Autopsy reveals the victim, male, aged 22 to 25, died from severe blood loss.

"Bindings on wrists and ankles, multiple contusions, blunt force trauma to the head causing severe cranial fractures and deformities.

"Additionally, cancer cells are detected in the victim, who was subjected to inhumane torment before death."

Officer Barry Dent slammed the table.

"This is a massacre of unprecedented brutality!"

The officers seethed.

"Such cruelty screams revenge!"

"What kind of vendetta leads to such a brutal act against a cancer patient?"

"Outrageous! Dumping the body right under our noses. It's a direct challenge!"

Ashley stared fixedly at the report.

She said, "It's them."

Instantly, a somber silence fell upon the room.

She was referring to a vast transnational criminal syndicate that haunted every officer's mind.

Countless comrades fell in their pursuit.

After a decade of relentless pursuit, the syndicate was finally dismantled three months ago.

Therefore, this case was highly likely done by a remnant of the criminal syndicate, who was seeking revenge and intentionally provoking law enforcement.

A detective entered with a shoebox-sized package.

"Ms. Fenn, another delivery from Leo..."

At the mention of my name, Ashley's expression soured.

"From now on, anything he sends, toss it. No need to bother me."

Barry sighed, patting her shoulder.

"You still can't let go after all this time? Leo wasn't to blame for what happened to your dad... He was a victim too..."

As he spoke, he opened the box, revealing a transparent jar inside.

Ashley took it out. The sight within drew gasps from everyone.

Ashley loosened her grip, and the jar crashed to the floor.

It was a model of a severed arm.

Even as it hit the ground, it remained unchanged, even bouncing slightly.

The coroner swiftly bagged the model hand, glancing at it once and drawing a conclusion.

"It's fake."

"He's playing these tricks again to get my attention. Lunatic!"

With one sentence, she condemned me.

But this wasn't something I arranged.

Perhaps even the police thought sending a fake arm was too extreme, as they remained silent.

Barry sighed, "Leo doesn't seem like the type to pull this kind of prank. Could there be a misunderstanding? It's been a while since you've been home. Maybe you should go back."

Ashley sneered, saying, "Hmph! What's there to misunderstand? He sent this thing over to deliberately remind me that arm was severed for me as if I owed him something!

"He's a person of lies, all to manipulate me for his gain.

"Even if his hand was truly lost for my sake, so what? I could never be with him. He's not deserving!

"I feel disgusted just seeing him! It'd be better to focus on the deceased, find more clues, uncover the identity of the dead, and solve the case quickly."

As I was floating in the air, a dull ache filled my chest.

I thought, "So, in her eyes, I'm repulsive, unworthy of being with her.

Then who is worthy?

Her ex-lover, perhaps?"

I had once told her my wound was worsening and facing the possibility of amputation. Thinking of this, Ashley casually tossed the prosthetic into the nearby trash.

Later, she pulled me out of her blocklist on her phone, speaking with an icy tone.

"You think threatening me with this arm will work? It just makes me see you as less than an animal!

"Give up hope. Even if you're dead, I won't spare you a glance!"

But I was already dead.

I never lied to her.

That dismembered body was me.