For His Beloved, My Boyfriend Dissected Me Novel – To save his beloved, my forensic pathologist husband obliterated the fingerprints of a headless female corpse. He didn’t know that corpse was me his much-despised fiancée. Upon discovering the truth, he completely lost his mind. “Gwynne, believe in me one last time. I will avenge you.”
Jacob had been holding a grudge against me for his mother’s death. “Do you really think you’re a good cop? You’re nothing but a disaster!” I resolved to personally catch the culprits who killed Mrs. Kinsey. “What would it take for us to go back to the way we were?” I saked. Jacob’s voice was calm, as if describing the weather. “Even if you die, I won’t forgive you.” In the end, I really did die. Enduring the pain, I called Jacob more than ten times, all of which he angrily hung up on. An hour later, he received a call from an unknown number.
“Jacob, help me!” Barbara’s scream came through the phone. “Destroy all the evidence, or the next one you dissect will be this pretty little thing.” … The next day, my body was found. Perhaps he found the body too familiar, reminiscent of someone he knew. His brows furrowed, and he suddenly grabbed my ankle. There was a small, faded scar on my ankle. The ankle was covered in mud, and he wiped it but didn’t clean it thoroughly.
If he had wiped a bit more, he would have seen the scar and realized this person was me. “What’s wrong?” his assistant asked. Jacob snapped out of his daze and let go of the ankle. “Nothing, just checking.” He missed it, as he had missed before. [Gwynne, maybe we can start over.] My soul floated in the air watching him as he typed each word. But all I wanted to do was laugh; even if there is an afterlife, I don’t want to start over with him.
“Jacob, there’s an urgent matter, you need to come over.” Jacob held the DNA comparison report. “How can it be Gwynne!” “Impossible, the equipment could be wrong. Let me show you.” Jacob gently lifted my ankle, wiping it as he explained. “Gwynne has a small scar on her ankle, from when we were children…” Before he could finish, the faint scar became visible under his touch. “Impossible! No!”