On the day of the divorce, I received notification that my husband had fallen to death.
In the morgue, I touched the mole behind the corpse's ear and burst into tears.
When she looked up, she saw her "dead" husband standing at the door wearing a police uniform.
He sneered and put handcuffs on me: "Mrs. Gu, she is suspected of murdering her husband."
Later I learned that Gu Chen had seven clones.
Painters, doctors, CEOs... Everyone died mysteriously due to the plot of my novel.
Until I dug out the cloning report from his laboratory.
"So you killed them to make me a scapegoat?"
At the book launch, I smiled at the camera:
"In tonight's updated chapter - the real murderer will be vivisected."
His hoarse breathing came from the headset: "When did you... Find out?"
