Dead on His First Love's Death Anniversary

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot.

Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died.

After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?"

However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died."

I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past.

That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight.

He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

Connor Simpson arrived at the police station in the wee hours of the morning, anxiously inquiring, "Where was the body found? How long has she been dead?"

Police captain, Donald Leeman, glanced at the lipstick stain on Connor's collar and answered guiltily, "We just found her. The person's motorcycle was going too fast. We’ve already sent someone after them."

He had just finished speaking when another colleague came in from outside with a stern look. "Captain Leeman, that person should have a partner. We lost him. The road surveillance cameras are also broken. We have no leads for now."

Donald looked furious. "The murderer is challenging the police by sending the body to the police station so blatantly! We must catch them as soon as possible to give justice to the deceased!"

With that said, he patted Connor on the shoulder again. "I'm sorry I kept you from celebrating your wife's birthday."

Connor's grim face was filled with disgust at the mention of me. "Who's celebrating that murderer's birthday? Don't mention her to me!"

I floated aside, numb with heartache as I pondered, 'Yeah, he's not celebrating it.'

Rosalie Lincoln was not feeling well, and he was taking care of her.

Connor stopped loving me the day Audrey Xander died. He stayed out every night and constantly changed female companions to get back at me.

Even after I spent hours cooking a meal for him, all he said was, "Clarisse Winter, your cooking is as disgusting as you are."

That was until he met a girl in a bar who looked 80% like Audrey called Rosalie. He bought her a house and had another home outside.

Before my body was found, he had been outside watching a movie with Rosalie.

He hated me so much that he would never come to see me, let alone celebrate my birthday. In the first six months after Audrey's death, he drank every day to drown his sorrows. When he was drunk, he would strangle my neck while his features twisted with hatred.

"Don't you know she suffers from depression? You're already married to me, so why force her? Did you know she jumped in front of me? How miserable she must be for her to do that..."

I gasped with difficulty and said with tears, "Connor, I didn't do anything. I don't know anything. I beg you not to treat me like this."

He knew that I was bargaining with the vegetable seller in the market on the day of Audrey's death.

It was my birthday that day. However, he was always so busy that he did not even have time to celebrate my birthday with me.

I could only work hard on my own, prepare a table of dishes, and wait for him to come back and celebrate with me. However, all I got in return was his icy hatred.

No matter what I did or said, he stubbornly believed that I was the one who killed Audrey. He forgot that Audrey broke up with him first.

When he was in despair, I just leaned over and asked quietly, "Connor, can I pursue you?"

My heart was beating very hard when I asked him that. I had had a crush on him for ten years. It started in high school. He had good grades, so the mediocre me studied day and night to catch up to him. I finally got into the same college as him, but he still had no idea that I liked him.

Not long after college, he confessed his feelings to Audrey and got together with her. They became the most admired couple on the whole campus, and I could only hide in the corner and secretly watch him.

It was not until after graduating from college that Audrey broke up with him to study abroad.

I felt that my chance had come. No one knew how much I drank before asking this. I thought he would reject me, but he unexpectedly agreed. At that moment, endless joy made me dizzy.

We dated for two years. Even though his attitude toward me was not as passionate as how he treated Audrey, he was considerate. We eventually got married.

It was not until our third year of marriage that Audrey came back from abroad, and he reverted to his previous indifference.