My Miserable Death Made My Police Husband Lose Control
My husband, who was a drug enforcement police officer, personally got me into rehab.
My son was cheering on the side, saying that he no longer had to see me under the influence for a long time.
After I was discharged, I discovered my husband moved in with his lover and our son.
I begged him to come back and told him that someone would kill me.
He did not believe me. Instead, he said coldly, “If you die, you better end up in a trash can. Otherwise, I’d have to deal with your body.”
My son cheered at the side. “Mommy is finally gone!”
After a week, I was dismembered. My body parts were found in multiple trash cans.
He was the police in charge of the case.
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