The Forensic Scientist Dissects His Dead Fiancée

When my fiancé proposed to the woman of his dreams, they finally found my body.

I had been dead for three long years.

My remains had been hacked into pieces, and my face was destroyed beyond recognition.

Not a single person who once loved or knew me could identify me.

Not even him.

Everyone who saw my body felt a chill down their spine.

What kind of deep-seated hatred would drive someone to do this?

The killer had mutilated me so badly that I didn't even look human anymore.

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