I Arrested My "Dead" Husband

On the day the country's most notorious serial killer, Henry Luther, is scheduled for execution, I personally escort him to the death chamber.

Just before his sentence is carried out, he suddenly looks at me with pity.

"The truth is, I only killed 17 people. I deserve to die, but you can't blame me for what happened to your medical examiner husband."

The moment he mentions Victor Ashford, all my hatred comes rushing back.

Three years ago, Victor served as the city's chief medical examiner. While protecting a crucial piece of evidence, he was stabbed dozens of times by Henry.