Dear Arthur Please Love Me Again by Arthur Clark

When I was defiled by others, my husband was busy making dinner for his childhood sweetheart,after calling him and rejecting 38 times,i gave up to struggling!

When I was defiled by others, my husband, Arthur Clark, was busy making dinner for his childhood sweetheart, Amanda Wills.

Before dying, I struggled to call him, but he hung up on me.

“Get lost, stop playing games! Don’t tell me you’re dying this time. If you must die, die far away! Don’t pollute my eyes!”

That night, he was called to the Criminal Investigation Department to crack a gruesome dismemberment case.

No case lasted more than three days in his hands.

Yet, a whole week passed, and he hadn’t recognized that the victim of the dismemberment was his most despised wife.

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After the murderer dismembered me and packed my remains into three bags, then the murderer dumped the bags in the garbage bin next to the police station.

The medical examiner, Jackson Mason, pieced together my body all night.

Only the left leg was missing.

Jackson looked on with pity.

“She was doused with concentrated sulfuric acid before death. There was not a single piece of flesh was intact…”

“It’s too cruel…”

The young police officer, Louise Norris, stood behind Jackson and couldn’t help but run outside to retch.

My husband, Arthur, also furrowed his brow.

He was the most outstanding captain of the Criminal Investigation Department.

There was no case he couldn’t crack in three days.

Jackson handed over the organized files to them.

“The victim is a female, aged 23 or 24, died in pain. The head was struck multiple times with a blunt object, the skull shattered, and she was splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid before dying. Plus, there were wounds on her abdomen. She died in agonizing pain.”

Chris cursed softly, “Monster!”

“To dare dump a body right in front of the police station, this is a blatant provocation!”

Arthur glanced at the incomplete body on the dissection table, his tone filled with regret.

“She was under 25, such a young age.”

Yes, I was only 24, still very young, barely a third into my life.

Arthur’s gloved hand touched the space where my left leg should have been.

“Her left leg?”

I was so nervous.

Could he discover this clue?

My left leg bone was deformed.

It was injured years ago while saving Arthur, causing me to limp ever since.