My Husband’s Regret After I Was Killed by His First Love

When the criminal tortured me to death, I was three-month pregnant.

But my husband Mark - the city's most prominent detective - was at the hospital with his first love Emma, accompanying her for her medical checkup.

Three days ago, he demanded me to donate my kidney to Emma.

When I refused, telling him I was two months pregnant with our child, his eyes had turned cold.

"Stop lying," he had snarled. "You're just being selfish, trying to let Emma die."

He pulled over on the dark highway. "Get out," he ordered. "Walk home since you're so heartless. "