His Wife’s Silence Chapter 1

When they performed the caesarean section, my husband was buying a gift for his ‘first love.’

When he hung up my desperate call, he said, “What new game are you playing? Get lost! Don’t even look for me if you die!”

Seven days later, he was embroiled in the horrific case of a dismembered pregnant woman. To identify the victim and find the killer, he worked tirelessly, barely sleeping.

But eventually, the clues began to point, step by step, to me.

His most hated wife.

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After the killer dismembered me, they audaciously dumped my remains into the police station's sewer system. Officers, clad in thick hazmat suits, spent a full day and night sifting through the foul-smelling sewage before recovering all the pieces. It took several forensic pathologists three days and nights to painstakingly piece my body back together, just barely forming a recognizable human shape. But… my left ear was missing.

The police suspected this was a deliberate act of revenge by a criminal. My husband, Detective Captain Asher Rodriguez, was the youngest captain on the homicide squad, with countless complex cases solved under his belt. When his team first saw my remains, several officers were overcome with nausea, retching uncontrollably. Asher’s brows were deeply furrowed, his face ashen, battling the intense disgust.

The forensic team handed them the reports and began detailing my condition. “Based on the autopsy results, the victim is female, between 22 and 25 years old. Cause of death was exsanguination.”

“The victim had restraint marks on her wrists and ankles, multiple contusions across her body, and her head was repeatedly struck with a blunt object, resulting in a shattered and severely deformed skull.”

“Additionally, the victim was pregnant and endured inhumane torture before her death.”

Officer Rodriguez slammed his hand on the table with a loud smack. “They’re worse than animals!” The other officers echoed his outrage.

“Such a brutal method of killing, it’s most likely a revenge killing!”

“What kind of hatred could drive someone to be so vicious to a pregnant woman!”

“The killer is too arrogant! Dumping the body in the sewer beneath the police station is a clear provocation to law enforcement!”

“…”

My husband, Asher, stared intently at the report. “It’s them.”

The officers’ faces instantly grew grim. They—a massive international crime syndicate, a huge shadow looming over the minds of every officer. Countless colleagues had fallen each year because of them. But thanks to a decade of relentless effort by law enforcement, this transnational crime group had been entirely dismantled three months prior. Therefore, this case was highly likely the work of a few remaining members, committed for revenge and as a deliberate challenge to the police.