Chapter 1

When I was being mutilated by illegal organ traffickers, my husband was in the hospital, gently wiping down his childhood sweetheart’s body.

Right before I died, I dialed his number with my blood-covered hand.

The call went through, but he only let out a cold sneer.

"Finally ready to admit you're wrong?!"

"Just admit it, Clara! Your petty jealousy triggered Chloe's heart attack! I am so sick of your constant tantrums. Unless you die, I will never forgive you!"

The next second, he hung up.

In pure despair, I closed my eyes forever.

The next day, my husband was desperate to find a compatible heart for Chloe's transplant.

Luckily, he secured one.

On the third day, as a forensic pathologist, he received a dismembered, unidentified Jane Doe from the police. But no matter how hard he examined the body, he couldn't find her heart.

The day after I died, Ethan finally managed to buy a heart through his black-market connections.

He immediately scheduled the transplant surgery for Chloe.

At the same time, the police delivered a newly found, dismembered corpse to the morgue. It was handed over to Ethan.

Detective Carter said angrily, "The killer was a monster. How could anyone do something so brutal?"

Ethan didn't say a word. He just stared at the remains on the table.

Suddenly, he let out a soft frown, picked up a brain tissue sample, and began examining it closely.

When he finally stopped, Detective Carter quickly asked, "Did you find any clues?"

Ethan furrowed his brows. "It’s been at least two days since she died, but there's still some unusual cellular activity in the brain."

"This means the victim was tortured brutally before her death. Also... her heart is missing from these remains."

Ethan’s eyes flickered as he spoke.

Detective Carter gasped and immediately turned to the officers behind him.

"Hurry! Search the entire city! This is a major clue. Even if you have to dig up the whole town, find that missing heart!"

"Dammit, the feds just launched a crackdown on organ trafficking, and these bastards still dare to do this? To murder someone so brutally... they have absolutely no respect for the law!"

Then, he looked at Ethan with concern.

"Ethan, I heard you and your wife had a fight?"

A look of pure disgust flashed across Ethan's cold face. "Don't bring her up. She made Chloe suffer so much. It's better if she just rots out there."

Hearing his words, my ghostly soul still felt a sharp, stabbing pain. He was still blaming Chloe's heart attack on me.

Detective Carter apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. It's just that two days ago, your neighbors saw a strange car entering the neighborhood on security footage. That was the exact night Clara walked out after your fight."

"We’ve checked the surrounding areas. No one else is reported missing except your wife. Have you tried calling her to check in?"

After a brief silence, Ethan's frown relaxed, replaced by a mocking smirk.

"Clara is just petty. She can't stand me caring about anyone else. This isn't the first time she’s thrown a tantrum. Every single time, she eventually crawls back and begs for my forgiveness. This time, she's just trying to show me some pathetic display of her resolve."

"Detective, your focus should be on this brutal murder. A trivial matter like Clara doesn't deserve your time."

Hearing this, Detective Carter swallowed his words. He shook his head, sighed, and went to deploy his team.

I let out a bitter, ghostly laugh. I used to think our past arguments would make him realize my frustration.

But now I saw the truth. To him, my pain was just a clown's performance.