Died in the Rival's HouseChapter 1
As I was being dismembered, my husband was planning a trip abroad with his first love.
He hung up on my last desperate call for help before he said, "Can you stop harassing me? It would be better if a disgusting woman like you was cut into pieces!"
Later, the plastic bags containing my minced flesh were scattered all over the city.
Even as the most outstanding forensic doctor in our city, it took him a whole week to barely piece together a human form.
Unfortunately, he didn't realize that the pile of minced flesh belonged to his wife of ten years.
After a night of heavy rain, several black plastic bags were carelessly thrown in various corners of the city.
The first to pick one up was an early-rising cleaner. He opened the bag, took a look, and couldn't help but vomit.
Pieces of minced flesh were neatly arranged in the bag, with a severed finger lying quietly on top.
The police were almost overwhelmed with calls as more and more people discovered bags containing human flesh fragments.
The cruelty of the method was appalling.
Three hours later, all the bags that had been found were brought back to the police station.