Chapter 2

Ethan buried himself in the autopsy room.

To reconstruct how my body had been dismembered and my organs harvested, Ethan worked for two days straight without sleep.

It wasn't until a pounding headache hit him that he finally stopped.

Just then, his phone rang.

It was the HR representative from my company.

"Hello, is this Ethan? Clara has been MIA for three days now. If she doesn't show up tomorrow, we'll have to terminate her employment."

Ethan sneered, "She’s always been irresponsible. On top of that, she has violent tendencies. Go ahead and fire her. It's for the best."

"Well, could you try to contact her for us? Her phone keeps going straight to voicemail..."

"Sorry, I don't have time. If she doesn't go to work, just fire her."

Ethan added coldly, "And make sure she’s blacklisted. You wouldn't want someone like her threatening the safety of your company anyway."

"..."

The call disconnected.

Detective Carter walked over. "Ethan, you should go home and get some rest. And call your wife. You two are married. You need to communicate to make things last."

Ethan wanted to refuse, but the sharp pain in his temples made it impossible to continue working. He reluctantly agreed.

On the drive back, he opened his phone and glanced at his call logs.

At the very top was Chloe's number, saved under the contact name "My Sweetheart."

Looking at that name, I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

He claimed to be obsessed with autopsies, yet even at the precinct, his mind was entirely focused on Chloe’s recovery.

As for my last call, it was from three days ago.

That day, Ethan had brought Chloe to our house. He had called me in advance to ask when I would be home.

I had bought him a luxury watch he had been eyeing for a long time. To surprise him, I lied and told him I was working late.

But the moment I unlocked the front door, I saw the two of them passionately kissing in the living room.

Their clothes were half-off, tangled up in each other.

Furious, I grabbed a heavy broom near the door and swung it at Chloe.

But before I could even touch her, she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.

Ignoring my tears and questions, Ethan immediately called an ambulance and rushed her to the hospital, where she was diagnosed with a sudden heart attack.

That night, Ethan stormed back home to yell at me. He blamed me, saying that if I hadn't scared her, Chloe wouldn't have almost died.

But he was completely blind. I hadn't even touched his mistress. She had collapsed from the sheer excitement of their own cheap affair.

In a fit of rage, I walked out of the house. And I never made it back.

Ethan’s finger hovered over my name on his screen. Surprisingly, he tapped it.

I held my ghostly breath. Before I died, I had set up an emergency voice message on my phone and thrown it into the bushes with all my strength.