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"Currently, we believe the suspect is Chloe Davis's ex-boyfriend, Mark Chen. He held a grudge against you and Ms. Davis. But you were abroad recently, so he couldn't get to you. So he targeted... your wife, Sophia."
The detective said.
Logan suddenly lost all strength, collapsing backwards. "It's because of me. Sophia died because of me."
I looked at him.
Yes. Because of you.
I wish I had never met you.
Logan, I hate you.
You have no idea how much it hurt when my tongue was cut out and my fingers broken.
You have no idea how desperate I felt when I called you, only for you to hang up.
Why did it have to be me?
Now I'm dead. My body is right in front of you. Are you satisfied?
I watched Logan pull out the crumpled divorce agreement from his pocket.
He knelt before the body, sobbing. "If I sign this, will you come back to life?"
I looked coldly at Logan crying over the body.
Guilt coming too late is cheaper than dirt.
If you hadn't been entangled with Chloe, he wouldn't have come after me.
I wouldn't have ended up like this.
I hate you.
I hate you so much I can't rest in peace, I can't move on.
Logan had my body cremated.
The funeral was simple. Only a few close friends and colleagues came.
That day, he took the ashes and prepared to go to Grandma's house to break the news to the old woman.
Emma stopped him. "She's old. Do you think she can handle it? If you have any conscience left, keep this from her. Sophia had a hard enough life. Let her rest in peace now."
Logan opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
I was grateful to Emma.
She knew me best.
Grandma's health is poor. Who knows how much time she has left. It's better she never knows.
Emma stood before me, tears streaming down her face, choking out, "Sophia, does it still hurt?"
I reached out my hand, but couldn't wipe her tears away.
She cried bitterly. "I shouldn't have let you walk alone that day. If I'd been with you, this never would have happened."
It's not your fault.
Emma, don't blame yourself.
Logan stood nearby, his gaze vacant, like he'd lost his soul.
Emma slapped him across the face. "You don't deserve to be here."
He lowered his head and took it silently.
Maybe out of guilt, or maybe he didn't know what to say. From beginning to end, facing my tombstone, he never uttered another word.
On the way back, Logan received a call.
Logan looked at the caller ID. It was Chloe.
He rejected the call.
A minute later, she called again.
He rejected it again.
This time, less than thirty seconds later, the phone rang again.
Logan stared silently at the screen for a moment before finally answering.
The moment the call connected, a piercing scream came through.
A flicker of panic crossed his face. "Chloe?"
"Logan! Logan, help me! Ah—!"
Chloe's cry of pain was cut off by a sharp slap.
A man sneered. "You slut! Calling him so intimately!"
Logan said in terror, "Who are you? What do you want?!"
"Who am I? Can't you guess?" The man suddenly laughed. "I killed your wife. Don't you know who I am?"
Logan gritted his teeth. "You bastard! You'll pay for this!"
"Logan, call the police! He's going to kill me!" Chloe screamed!
He took out a backup phone, ready to call the police.
Mark slapped her hard again, then laughed lowly. "You gonna call the cops?"
