When He Found Out The Body Was Mine, He Went Crazy!

No one knew that Charlie and I had a big fight before I died.

He imitated my handwriting, signed the Letter of Understanding behind my back, and rescued his childhood sweetheart who had committed a crime from prison.

When I learned about this, I broke down on the spot and questioned him why.

But he said coldly, "She was just young and being ignorant. Do you have to make a big deal out of this?"

In his opinion, I was the unreasonable one.

But I was the one who was bullied and threatened.

I couldn't accept the result and wanted to appeal, but he just left after saying,

"Calm down. I'll contact you when you think it through."

However, he probably didn't expect us to be separated forever.

"Charlie, is this the justice you've been upholding?" I wanted to ask him.

I looked at his face, and suddenly, I felt like I had never known him.

Kyle chatted with him for a while and then went back to the bureau.

After he left, Charlie pinched the cigarette butt between his fingertips, threw it into the trash can, and left as well.

He returned home and found the house dark and silent.

Charlie stared in the direction of the bedroom. Just as he took a few steps towards it, the phone in his pocket rang.

When he picked up the phone, Yasmin Luke's crying voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Charlie, I'm so scared. Can you come over?"

Charlie became nervous suddenly. "Don't be afraid. I'll right over."

Looking at his nervous expression, I felt bitter.

I thought he didn't care about anything and was always calm and nonchalant, and I never saw any other expressions on his face.

And now, I saw a different Charlie because of Yasmin.

Only then did I realize that he was also an ordinary person, with his own joys and sorrows.

Charlie didn't hang up the phone. He hurried over while comforting her through the phone.

When he arrived at her house, Yasmin, who was wearing a halter dress, threw herself at Charlie, crying.

Charlie paused and let her hold him.

After a while, he pushed her away calmly.

"Yasmin, you shouldn't have called me."

The crying Yasmin looked petite and cute. Anyone who saw her red and watery eyes would feel sorry for her.

No one would think of her as an abuser.

Therefore, when Charlie found out that she was the one bullying me, he got mad and thought it was just a trick I used to win his favor.

Later, even if I provided evidence and sent Yasmin to jail, he still believed her unconditionally.

"Charlie, I don't care about anyone except you. Can you just stay here with me?"

"I'm married."

Charlie avoided her hand quietly and spoke with forbearance and restraint.

"Then divorce her. You marred her to save me, remember? If she hadn't fabricated those things to send me to jail, we would have been married now."

Yasmin’s words hit me hard.

I stared at Charlie in a daze.

Charlie sighed helplessly, "But I did marry her, so I should take responsibility for her."

"What's so good about her? You've been out for so many days. Has she ever called you? She doesn't care about you at all."

Yasmin cried and accused me. Charlie pursed his lips and said nothing. I could tell he was a bit upset.

"She'll contact me when she comes around."

Charlie didn't stay with Yasmin for long. He consoled her with a few words and then left.

After he left Yasmin, Charlie seemed to realize something because of Yasmin's words and called me several times in a row.

But as expected, none of the calls went through.

His brows were tainted with a hint of anger as he sent me the messages.

"How long are you gonna keep being mad?"

"You did something wrong. When can you be reasonable?"

"Charlie, I'm right beside you." I thought.

The next day, Charlie woke up and checked his phone, but there was still no reply from me.

He pursed his lips and was about to send something to me when he received a call from the bureau.

He drove quickly to the bureau.

As soon as Charlie walked in, he saw a woman saying something anxiously in the hall.

Kyle saw him coming and walked towards him. "Go have a look. This woman said she came to report someone missing."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Kyle paused and said, "The missing person she reported was your wife, Nora Julian."

"That's impossible." Charlie blurted out without even thinking.

My colleague Ashley Dean saw Charlie and hurried over. She had attended our wedding and recognized my husband.

"You are Nora's husband, right? Do you have any news about her?" Ashley asked anxiously, "Nora told me to call the police if she didn't contact me for three days, but the police didn't believe me. Please tell them..."

Charlie's cold face showed some disdain, and he said frankly, "She has been mad at me recently. Maybe she deliberately hie herself just to make us worry about her. If we leave her alone, she will come back herself."

Ashley was skeptical. "Really?"

"Yeah. If she contacts you, please tell her that she doesn't have to come home if she runs away like this again."

Charlie spoke coldly, without any emotion in his eyes, as if he was saying something insignificant.

Kyle was startled. He met Ashley's shocked eyes and said, "Don't listen to him. The young couple are fighting these days. If you hear from Nora, please tell her to be careful and go back early."

"Ah... Okay."

Kyle glanced at Charlie, who looked sullen, and then he led Charlie back to the autopsy room.

"Why did you have to behave like that? Women need to be pleased. You may lose your wife if you continue this way."

Charlie's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and he said confidently, "She can't live without me."

Yes, I used to think I couldn’t live without him.

My parents died in a car accident when I was little. So, Charlie was my only family.

Before I discovered he was Yasmin's childhood sweetheart, I really relied on him.

I thought I found love, but it turned out I countered a fatal plot.

I touched my heart, which no longer beat, and I felt pain.

Kyle shook his head helplessly and took Charlie into the autopsy room.

"We only pieced together the deceased's body roughly yesterday. We must restore the body as soon as possible and get clues from it."

As soon as Kyle finished speaking, Coroner Zander gasped.

Charlie asked, "What's wrong?"

"Look, there is a knife-long scar on the deceased's thigh. It feels like it has hyperplasia, and it looks like it has been there for quite some years."

Upon hearing this, Charlie's face froze. He quickly stepped forward and looked at my body carefully.

The more he looked at my body, the worse his face became. Then, he seemed to have thought about something, and his expression softened again.

"Professor Hector, did you find anything?"

"No. Go ahead."