When Love Became a Crime Scene

After thinking it over, Caroline actually nodded and agreed to take him.

Of course, she did. I forgot that Ian was always an exception to every rule she had.

Once he had permission, Ian excitedly rushed Caroline to the morgue. He walked straight to where my body was stored, like he knew exactly where to find it.

That was when I realized he had been coming for me all along.

The morgue had various reagents stored for further testing, which worked perfectly in Ian's favor. He casually picked up a bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid. Then, acting as if it were accidental, he poured all of it over my face.

Even through the sheet covering me, I could tell from the hatred in his eyes that he knew exactly whose body it was. The moment the acid hit, the white cloth melted instantly, and thick white smoke rose as the acid ate into my skin.

I was just a wandering soul without nerves or pain, yet I still gasped in shock at the sight.

I was already dead, yet Ian denied me the dignity of keeping my body whole.

Caroline heard the commotion and rushed over. Meanwhile, Ian covered his mouth and immediately put on a panicked, helpless expression.

"Carol, I'm so sorry. I was just looking around. I didn't think this would happen," he mumbled as he reached out to pull the sheet off my body.

"Don't touch it!" Caroline grabbed his hand quickly. "That's concentrated sulfuric acid. It's highly corrosive. Don't use your bare hands."

Ian wisely stepped back.

Then, Caroline put on two layers of rubber gloves and used forceps to lift the sheet from my face.

Since the acid was so corrosive, parts of the sheet had already fused with my face and could not be easily removed. My face was not destroyed, though. At least the upper part of my forehead was still intact.

On my forehead was a very faint but long scar. I got it while protecting Caroline from a violent psychiatric patient at the hospital.

Back when we first got married, Caroline was not yet a full forensic pathologist and had to work various shifts at the hospital for training. Unfortunately, her stubborn personality clashed with a psychiatric patient, and he grabbed a fruit knife and tried to stab her.

Luckily, I left work early that day to pick her up. I managed to shield her just before the knife came down, taking the blow for her. It was one of the rare moments she let her guard down with me, crying in my arms and begging me not to die.

Honestly, she was just panicking. If she had looked closer, she would have noticed that I was bleeding heavily, but the wound was not deep.

Still, I threw myself at the attack fully prepared to risk my life, and the scar always meant something special to me.

As I floated above the scene, I found myself foolishly hoping she would recognize me by it. I was her husband after all. Ian deliberately destroyed my body, and Caroline would not forgive him easily.

Yet, I was wrong.

Caroline only had eyes for Ian right now. Her gaze swept quickly over my body, and her expression grew serious. "Ian, this is going to be tricky. The body is too damaged."

Suddenly, a flashlight beam swept past the window. Caroline quickly covered Ian's mouth and pulled him down into a crouch.

The security guard did not see anyone in the morgue, but the lights were on. He looked confused and scanned the room once more. Then, he turned off the lights and left, scratching his head.

Ian finally sighed in relief. "Caroline, what are we going to do? Will they find out I was here? Am I going to get arrested?"