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588words2026-01-26 11:21

My husband and his ex-girl friend had been disappeared for a month, traveling the world.
While they were watching the Northern Lights in Finland, my body was stuffed into a storage locker in his office.
Before I died, I used the last of my strength to dial for help.

Logan's voice was colder than ice: "Unless you're dead, don't call me again."
He got his wish.
I died.
Together with the unborn child inside me.
Two lives gone.
My body parts were laid out on the table, a bloody mess.

The detective asked, "Did you see anyone suspicious entering or leaving the office?"
"No... ugh..." Logan barely got the words out before rushing to the bathroom again.
That was the fourth time.
Logan was the first to discover my body.

The killer had dismembered me and broken into the school to stuff the pieces into his locker.
It was the first day of the new semester.
Logan opened his locker to a pile of bloodied, rotting flesh.
He froze for a second, then stumbled away, vomiting and screaming.
The school was locked down immediately.
Except for a few teachers in the office, everyone was sent home.
"This is too brutal. How could the killer do this?"
"And dumping the body at the school... you don't think the victim is someone from the school?!"
"Her features are unrecognizable. What kind of monster did this?"
Logan held a tissue over his mouth, his face a mask of pity.
"Yeah," he said softly.
"Her family must be devastated."
I was taken aback.
He hadn't used that gentle tone with me in so long.
I smiled bitterly.
I wondered what his expression would be when he found out the body was mine.
"Such clean cuts. Probably used a power saw," a detective said while examining the scene.
The memory of my final moments hit me, and I couldn't stop shivering.
First, he cut out my tongue so I couldn't scream.
Blood clogged my throat and filled my nose.
Then he broke my fingers one by one, smashing the joints.
Finally, he aimed the power saw at my head.
Dragged back into that nightmare, my whole spirit trembled.
A phone rang.
"Logan, what's going on? Sophia hasn't come to work for days."
Hearing the familiar voice, I jerked my head up.
The caller was my best friend and my colleague, Emma.
From the time I was being kidnapped until now, almost a week had passed.
Logan frowned, paused for two seconds, and snorted.
"Emma, I'm not in the mood for your games."
I could only sigh.
He never believed me.
Or anyone close to me.
Emma said angrily, "I'm not joking! Sophia hasn't been to the company for almost a week. She's not answering her calls..."
"Really? Sounds serious," Logan cut her off coldly.
"For a woman with no sense of responsibility like her, I suggest your boss fire her sooner rather than later. "
Emma was furious.
"Logan! How can you say that? She's your wife!"
He said indifferently, "Just calling it like I see it."
Emma's furious shout came through the phone: "You can't treat her like this! Sophia is pregnant!"
Logan's movements halted.
He lifted his hand and said into the phone, "Pregnant? A vicious woman like her deserves to be a mother? If it weren't for her, Chloe wouldn't have miscarried?"
His voice was icy, his face full of disgust.
"No, that had nothing to do with Sophia," Emma tried to explain.
But Logan didn't want to hear anymore.