Wedding Anniversary is My Death Anniversary

My husband was celebrating the 22nd birthday of his adopted sister when I was cut into a thousand pieces by the murderer.

Unfortunately, today was also our 5th wedding anniversary.

Before I died, the murderer held a dagger to my throat and forced me to call him for help.

He hung up three times in a row before picking up the call impatiently.

The voice was filled with resentment and hatred.

"You've made so many phone calls. Are you in a hurry to die? Even if you die, don't ask me to collect your body!"

But this time, I was really going to die, and there was no body to collect my body.