[Don't play these tricks anymore, you bitch! You disgust me! Even if you die, I won't even look at you!]
[Just sign the divorce agreement. She'll be jealous if I have anything to do with you!]
I felt a dull pain in my chest.
Maxwell was so caring towards me a few months ago. But now, he could utter these harsh words to me. How merciless he was!
I didn't cheat on him, and it was not my fault.
However, I was already dead, and the body in the suitcase was me.
Standing beside the dissecting table made of stainless steel, Maxwell bowed to me first.
He then picked up a silver scalpel and cut right down the middle of my neck.
"The first soft rib is not calcified."
Later, he cut open the chest in one stroke. "Not much fat, no stretch marks, no surgical scars."
He gently twisted the edge of my lung lobe, reporting, "There is some bruising. So, there is severe emphysema in the lungs."
"There are bleeding spots in the pericardium," he added.
"It is mechanical asphyxiation that causes death."
While checking the sensitive parts, he frowned.
It was because it looked terrible.
I doubted if he thought of that case.