The Human Heart on Operating Table

While my killer was butchering me alive, my husband was at the clinic holding hands with his first love.

I called him, begging for help.

He only sneered into the receiver, "Stop with the pathetic drama. Haven't you played this game enough? If you have the guts, go ahead and drop dead for real!"

Five days later, an extra, fresh human heart showed up on his operating table.

He worked closely with the police, determining that it belonged to a young woman and had been violently ripped