Dissected by My Fiance After Death

Maybe it was because my obsession ran too deep, but my soul followed Joshua home.

"Josh, you're back!" Christina greeted him, wearing an apron and smiling sweetly. Her dimples made her look so innocent and gentle.

No one would ever suspect that this softspoken and gentle woman had killed two people.

The incident report from that time revealed that when Christina first hit the victim, it wasn't fatal. But she kept running over them again and again until they died, leaving the body on the side of the road.

As soon as Joshua saw her, his face lit up with a smile. "Tina, what delicious meal have you made today?"

They embraced naturally, like the most ordinary couple in the world.

I looked around the place carefully.

This was the house Joshua and I had worked so hard to buy after three years of scrimping and saving. Every piece—from the couch to the coffee table, the vases to the utensils—was something I had carefully chosen and arranged. I had poured all of my love and effort into this place.

But though the decor remained the same now, every trace of me had been cruelly erased. Even the framed couple's photo I once hung in the living room had been replaced by their wedding portrait.

The bitter irony was that Joshua and I had been about to register our marriage too. Yet he never even bothered to take the time to snap a wedding photo with me.

"Those things are just a consumerist trap," he had said. "Spending thousands on a stupid photo? I'd rather buy a new computer!"

Then, he added with a cutting look, "Besides, you're not that good-looking. What's the point?"

Back then, his words had felt like knives stabbing into my heart. When a person was in love, they tended to hang on every word and opinion their partner had of them.

Joshua and I had fallen in love back in college. After graduation, we struggled and built our lives from the ground up in this city. We went from nothing to something together.

The year Joshua and I were supposed to get married, Christina came back. On the day we went to City Hall to register our marriage, she appeared at the entrance.

"Josh, I'm back."

That was the moment I truly understood the power of being someone's "first love".

With those words, Joshua abandoned me right there at City Hall.

But after years of being together, I couldn't let go. I kept tolerating it and kept trying to make it work. All I got in return was his growing resentment and relentless criticism.

He also blamed everything on me.

"Look at yourself. You're a lawyer who keeps working overtime. How am I supposed to marry you? Look at Tina. She says if we get married, she will be my perfect support and run the household! And you? You're just constantly blaming me and Tina for your own failures. You should reflect on yourself more!"

He kept implying and repeating the same thing—I wasn't good enough compared to Christina.

Every time he criticized me, I would react and try harder. Over time, I started to doubt myself. His belittling got to me.

It wasn't until our seventh anniversary that I saw the text messages he exchanged with Christina.

[Josh, I'll wait for you forever. We can get married once you break up with Samantha.]

And he replied, [Okay.]

That one word shattered my last shred of dignity.

I left that night. I moved out of our tiny apartment and threw myself into work. Under everyone's gaze, I took on William's case. They were watching and judging me.

That same day, I found out I was pregnant.

I thought long and hard. In the end, I decided to keep the baby. I had the means, the money, and the ability to raise it on my own. Even if I had to do it as a single mother, I knew I could give the child a good life.

But I never imagined Christina would be so cruel—she had stolen everything from me.

My marriage. My child. Even my life.

As I watched Joshua and Christina wrapped up in their sickening affection for each other, I couldn't help but scream in my mind.

Why?! What right did they have?!

Their happiness was built on my suffering!