My Forensic Pathologist Husband Abandoned Me While I Was Pregnant, and Now He Regrets It

With my due date fast approaching, my husband, a forensic examiner, finally managed to get time off and promised to be with me for the birth. But just as I was three centimeters dilated and about to enter the operating room, his phone rang. Two simple WeChat messages were all it took to make my husband, who had seen plenty in his line of work, panic.

“Sweetheart, they found a highly decomposed headless female corpse by the river. As a forensic examiner, I have to get to the scene right away.”

He didn't even look at me before turning and hurrying away. Watching his retreating back, I gripped the bedsheet until my knuckles turned white. With my enormous belly, I raised a hand and asked the nurse to bring me the phone, then called my father directly.

A headless female corpse? It was such a serious case that even my father, the police chief, hadn't heard about it, yet my forensic-examiner husband was rushing off to the scene. I was going to find out just which “female corpse” was worth leaving his wife on the verge of giving birth for.