After I died, someone defiled my corpse and dissected my unborn child.
And the person responsible for these monstrous acts was none other than my husband, a forensic pathologist!
To get his first love acquitted, he destroyed the evidence on my corpse, which had already been disfigured beyond recognition!
Yet everyone thought I deserved to die, because he was such a gentle, considerate husband who doted on his wife.
Even my best friend scolded me for being such a drama queen.
In the end, his soul and mine were sent to the Memory Judgment Stand.
When the truth hidden deep in our memories came to light, everyone was stunned.
