When He Discovered the Truth About My Death!

When I was murdered and dismembered, my husband just bought a bracelet for his first love.

My last call to him for help was ended by him yelling and then hanging up.

"I already said I'd go home tonight, why are you rushing me? Can't you live until tonight?"

But I didn't.

And he didn't come home as promised.

Three days later, the police station received several lunch-boxes filled with body parts washed by rainstorm.

He could tell at a glance that the murderer was vindictive and had a contempt for the authority of the police.