Dissecting Love: A Twisted Tale of Fate

My elder brother, Michael Summers, had always wished that I could just die."You're just a cold-blooded monster, Ruth! Elena cared so much about you, but you heartlessly locked her out so that she would be stabbed in your stead! Don't you feel ashamed to be alive?"Five years ago, Michael's fiancée, Elena Brooks, had died because of me.Five years later, my burnt corpse lay quietly on Michael's autopsy table.Michael's wish finally came true.However, he lost his mind when he learned that I was the one who had died.…The burnt corpse on the autopsy table was in a distorted posture."Sorry, Dr. Summers," Charles Johnson, the captain of the police force, said apologetically, "I understand that you can finally get off work early and have dinner with Ruth today, but…""I don't want to hear that monster's name ever again." Michael glared at Charles with a hint of disdain in his cold gaze.I hovered in the air above them. There was a bitter smile on my lips. After Elena's tragic d

I honestly had no idea why the door was locked after Elena had shoved me into the bathroom, nor did I understand why the door wouldn't open, no matter what I did.It had happened all too suddenly, and I had dropped my phone outside.Even now, I could still hear Elena's terrified screams in my ears.I had cried and shouted so much that my throat bled, and in the end, I had fainted from exhaustion.When I had woken up, the interrogating police officers had told me that the door was locked from the inside. Michael had almost strangled me to death right then and there.And now, I was indeed burned, albeit not to ashes. Still, if they figured out my identity, Michael would probably feel a little happier.Anyway, right now, solving the case was more important to him.Charles calmed down a little. "Sorry, I've spoken out of turn. You've been quite busy these days, so hurry home and get some rest."Ignoring him, Michael turned and went downstairs.Just then, his phone rang again. Mich

"Let go of me!" Michael shouted, "She's just playing stupid tricks to get my attention. You're the police captain, so why would you fall for that? What's wrong with you? Even if something did happen to her, she deserved it!"Michael kept struggling to break free. However, Charles was a burly man with shocking strength, so Michael couldn't escape at all."Please, just pretend you're going through the necessary procedures for an investigation. It's a call from her phone, after all. You've been with the police for years, so you should be aware that you are legally obliged to cooperate," Charles said, trying to reason with him.I hovered behind them, my heart aching even more now.I wanted to say, "I'm not the caller, Michael. When I was imprisoned, she had taken my phone and smashed it right away. The person calling you and getting on your nerves really isn't me. After all, I'm already dead…"When the two entered the office, the sobbing over the phone had turned even louder. The voic

"Ta-da! Do you know what this is, Michael?" Shirley jogged into the kitchen and came back out with a small pot in her hands.Of course, Michael could figure out what it was, but he played along and asked smilingly, "What is it? It smells nice.""It's bone broth! I made it especially for you!" Removing the lid, Shirley said with a concerned expression, "You've been working overtime these days, so it must be tough on your health. You should have some bone broth for extra nourishment.""I'm sorry, Shirley. I should've spent more time with you." Michael accepted the bowl of broth Shirley handed to him, looking quite touched.Shirley propped her chin up on her hand. "It's okay, Michael. Come on, try it."Michael nodded.Just then, the doorbell rang.Shirley frowned a little.Setting down the bowl, Michael said, "You must be tired from all the shopping. Rest here. I'll get the door.""Sorry to intrude, Dr. Summers." The person at the door was wearing an undershirt and baggy pants. H

No one would be bothering Michael now.Shirley had an anxious look on her face as she called out to him. "Michael, did something really happen to Ruth?""So what if it did? She's a monster. Does she not deserve a bad ending?" Michael patted Shirley's hand. "It's getting late. You should go to bed. I'll clean up the table.""No. You've been working yourself to the bone, Michael. I can take care of these things." Shirley quickly carried the pot to the kitchen. Her expression instantly turned cold and twisted, and she seemed to be thinking of something.Still, Michael was deeply touched by her actions.Just then, knocks sounded on the door once again. However, the knocks were arrhythmic and slow. They sounded quite creepy.Shirley immediately exited the kitchen with an oddly wary look in her eyes."Don't bother. I'll get the door! That monster! I can't believe she's bringing her stupid pranks here!" Michael was on his way to his bedroom, but he turned and walked toward the door.