When I Die, He Still Doesn't Love Me

When I was getting insulted and killed by someone, my husband was in the living room next door, giving medicine to his senior schoolmate.

As I was dying, I exerted all my strength to crash into the door, making noise.

That was my final cry for help.

Paul Bradley, with disgust, scolded at me outside the door.

"Ugh, can't I bring my classmate home to give her medicine without you making a fuss? Living with you makes me sick! Why don't you just drop dead, you evil woman?"

The next day, he was called back to the detective team to solve a brutal murder and dismemberment case.