When I was murdered and cut into pieces, my husband happened to buy a bracelet for my first love.
The last call for help was hung up after he yelled angrily.
"I already said I would go home tonight, why are you urging me? You won't survive tonight!"
But I really didn't survive until tonight.
He didn't come home as promised either.
Three days later, the police station received lunch boxes filled with body parts washed away by heavy rains.
