Dissected By My Fiancé

While my fiancé was proposing to his dream girl, my body―dead for three years―was finally discovered.

I had been dismembered, my remains rendered unrecognizable.

Not even my closest friends or family could identify me.

And neither could he.

Everyone who saw my remains was sickened to their core.

What kind of malice could drive a person to commit such atrocities?

The perpetrator had even discarded the unborn life I carried within me.

My fiancé, consumed by a performative sense of duty, pic