On the day Emily Carter was kidnapped, her husband—renowned forensic examiner Ethan Wright—was celebrating another woman’s birthday. When the ransom call came, Ethan coldly dismissed her life as worthless. Days later, Emily lies on an autopsy table, dismembered beyond recognition. Ethan examines the body with clinical precision, never realizing he is reconstructing his own wife. As he documents her suffering, secrets emerge—of a hidden pregnancy, a marriage long turned cruel, and a love he believed dead. When the truth begins to surface, the most horrifying revelation is not the crime itself, but who stands closest to Ethan—and how love, betrayal, and denial conspired to make him the last man to recognize the woman he destroyed.
Chapter 1
On the day I was kidnapped, Ethan Wright was celebrating his new flame's birthday.
The kidnappers called him demanding a ransom, threatening to kill me if he didn't pay.
But he just said, "Too bad she isn't worth my money. I should actually thank you for getting rid of that troublesome woman for me."
Three days later, I lay on the autopsy table.
Even though Ethan was the most brilliant forensic examiner around, he didn't realize that the body he was examining belonged to the wife he hated the most.
On the autopsy table, I was stark naked.
Strictly speaking, it was the pieces of my flesh scattered across the table, arranged in my shape.
Even though Ethan was wearing a mask, I could still see his deeply furrowed brows.
He must be furious about being called back to work while celebrating Victoria Sterling's birthday.
I'm so sorry to be a burden again.
Wearing rubber gloves, Ethan pieced my body parts together one by one.
But my body was too fragmented, and the proces
