Dismembered by My Husband’s Crush

A sharp, needle-like pain surged through my heart, threatening to tear me apart. I wanted to cry and scream. Even when Jasmine tortured me day and night, the agony had not crushed me like this.My child… They should have been born healthy, growing up happy and full of life, calling me "Mom" in a sweet, innocent voice. I would have loved them with everything I had. But Jasmine murdered me, and everything ended five years ago in that abandoned factory.Even Samuel, hardened as he was, stayed silent for a long time before finally speaking. "We’re looking at either a crime of passion or revenge."Dylan’s anger flared. "This is definitely a crime of passion! The cuts on the body are uneven, meaning the victim was still conscious when they were decapitated. And the killer knows their way around a body. The perpetrator was probably a woman. Otherwise, why go to such lengths to torture the victim?"I let out a bitter laugh. Dylan, who used to tremble at the sight of a corpse, had grown sha

All those years ago, Samuel and I had grown close while working together. Eventually, we got married. It was not a grand affair, since my undercover status made that impossible. Still, everyone at the station celebrated with us, and we handed out sweet wedding gifts.That should have been the start of my happiness. But Samuel started becoming increasingly argumentative."What’s the big deal about giving her a ride home after a late shift? We’re just colleagues.""Can you stop being so unreasonable?""I’m begging you, Emilia. Quit being so paranoid. I told you, Jas and I are just friends!"Had any of that been true?What kind of "friend" chatted casually about lacey underwear every other day? What kind of "friend" accidentally sent bathrobe-selfies to someone else’s husband? And what kind of "friend" took time off work to go hiking with said man while his wife was home recovering from a miscarriage?And the worst of it all, I still remembered the call Jasmine made while drunk."

He was disgusted by me?If I was so disgusting, why had he come to me when he blew all his money on mobile games? Why had he cried while clutching my legs after he got dumped? And when Jasmine took credit for his hard work on an autopsy report, leaving him bitter and angry, it was I who comforted him.Who was truly the disgusting one here?A colleague nudged Dylan, whispering, "Why bring up that horrible person on such a happy occasion?" His eyes flicked toward Marcus, reminding Dylan of my connection to the latter.Dylan finally fell silent, but Marcus just waved it off with a smile. "We’re all officers here. We must confront our mistakes, not avoid them." He then added, "And I share your pain about Emilia. It breaks my heart that she turned out to be a traitor. But rest assured, the station will never stop trying to track her down. We owe Jas that much." He patted Samuel on the shoulder.My entire being trembled with pain. Marcus adopted me after my parents died in the line of d

On the drive to the port, Samuel ran eight red lights. By the time he got there, one of his tires had blown, but he had not even noticed."Chief!" Lucas Cole, the officer in charge of the recovery, rushed to greet Samuel, looking apologetic. "I’m really sorry. I know you’re in the middle of your wedding, but this…this is something you have to see."Samuel did not respond to the apology, simply extending his hand and saying, "Show me the skull.""Right!" Lucas quickly grabbed a bag from another vehicle and handed it over. "I think the killer wanted to erase every trace of her identity," he explained. "Instead of leaving the head in the safe with the other body parts, they put it in an iron cage with rocks and sank it to the bottom of the ocean. That way, the fish would eat away at the flesh and leave nothing but bones. No evidence. But even the best plans have flaws…"As Samuel turned the skull over in his hands, inspecting it, Lucas took a drag from his cigarette. "The killer didn’

"No, she didn't," Samuel replied.Jasmine exhaled in relief.Then, Samuel added coldly. "Because she’s already dead."The words went off like a bomb, filling the room with a deafening silence. Marcus and Dylan were stunned, then exclaimed, "Dead?!" Disbelief was etched on their faces.Jasmine’s expression shifted dramatically. Her face paled, and she shook her head frantically, feigning shock. "When? This must be a mistake! Even if she went on the run, Emilia was incredibly skilled. How could she—""She was dismembered five years ago." Samuel’s voice sliced through her excuses like a blade. "A few days ago, a fishing boat dredged up her remains. Her body had been sealed in a safe, her bones shattered, and her system pumped full of high-dose drugs. Her head was deliberately sunk using a cage to make it easier for the fish to eat away at the flesh."Samuel stepped closer, his eyes locking onto Jasmine’s. "And yet you told me she fled in shame?"Jasmine’s control was slipping. Pani