After I Died, My Fiance Knelt in Front of My Grave and Begged for ForgivenessChapter 1
On the day I was tortured to death by a criminal, my fiancé Jason Roberts was helping a schoolmate's cat deliver her kittens.
The last message he sent me before I died read as follows.
"Ebby's cat is having a difficult birth and needs my help. Worst case, we can get married in the city hall tomorrow. Don’t be so dramatic."
But for me, there was no tomorrow.
Three days later, my body was discovered, and Jason himself performed the autopsy.
The injury report detailed multiple comminuted wounds on the body, and many parts had been dismembered. The female victim had died after being cruelly tortured.
Jason's face showed compassion as he cursed the murderer as a beast.
Yet, he didn’t realize that the headless corpse on his table was me.
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As the police officers cleaned up near the foul-smelling ditch, I couldn't help but look away.
It was hard to believe that I, who had planned to get married with my fiancé just three days ago, was now dead without a sound.
Failing to find all my remains, the officers showed visible sadness and anger in their eyes.