My husband has a PhD in medicine. He's fair, just, and kind… until the day his true love kills someone in an accident.

He uses all the medical knowledge he has to help her get off scot-free. He turns the corpse into preserved specimens and displays them in his lab.

When he's dealing with the corpse, he sees that there's an embryo in the womb. He's always been calm and composed, but he can't stop his heart from racing at the sight.

What he doesn't know is that the corpse is mine, and the embryo is his child…

Hovering up above in the laboratory as a ghostly specter, I watched as my corpse lay naked in front of Nathan Lowe. My face was disfigured beyond recognition, and both my arms were crushed to a pulp.

Nathan heaved a sigh before looking over at Gina Mason, who stood beside him with an innocent expression.

"Why did you go so far?"

Hearing that, Gina exhaled in relief. She deduced that Nathan hadn't recognized the body to be mine.

"You'll help me, right, Nate?" Gina asked, her voice inspiring pity and compassion in all who heard her.

Nathan's gaze steeled. He inhaled deeply, looking like he'd made a tough decision, before replying, "I'll protect you, Gina. I always will!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he put on a pair of gloves and cleaned up the wounds on my body. Then, he stripped my hair and skin off. Finally, he took a scalpel and sliced my abdomen open to start taking out my organs.

However, immediately after Nathan made the incision, his hand trembled. He gulped nervously before wiping the sweat off his brow with a fearful expression. His voice was laced with disbelief as he exclaimed, "S-She was pregnant?"

Gina's eyes widened. She stared at me in alarm before stammering, "W-Was she?"

She spoke loudly to hide how panicked she was.

After cutting open my womb, he saw a still-developing embryo inside. Instantly, an overwhelming sense of guilt washed over him. He felt suffocated—as if someone were clutching him by the neck.

Noticing that Nathan had stopped what he was doing, Gina quickly lied to him. "I didn't know she was pregnant. I really don't know what happened, Nate. I was just driving along the road when she ran out like a madwoman."

She grabbed Nathan's arm and begged, "You have to help me, Nate. I don't want to go to jail. I don't want to die!"

As Nathan looked into Gina's pleading eyes, his heart softened. Steeling himself, he cut out the embryo and tossed it into a concentrated sulfuric acid solution.

"No! My baby!"

I watched as Nathan made the vicious decision to destroy my baby. I lunged at him right away, but my spirit passed through him. All I could do was watch as my baby's body started bubbling and liquefying gruesomely in that vat of acid.

I screamed my heart out, my face contorting. But soon, an inexplicable sense of malicious joy filled me.

Nathan, would you crumble to pieces if you found out that the embryo you destroyed was your child, one that you'd been longing for?

Once Gina knew what Nathan had done, her eyes flickered strangely. However, she swiftly put on a show of sadness, saying, "Nate, I know you adore children, but…"

She clutched her abdomen, looking as though she had suddenly recalled a sorrowful memory.

"I don't care if Charlotte bears your child. As long as you're the father, I'll love the child too!" Gina declared as she stared lovingly at Nathan with teary eyes.

Nathan glanced at Gina before lowering his gaze to the body in front of him. "I won't let her bear my child. She's not worthy to be the mother of my child."

"But you guys…"

"I switched her vitamins out for birth control, so there's no way she can get pregnant with my child."

Hearing this, I felt as though I'd been struck by lightning.

Nathan and I had been married for five years without me ever getting pregnant. We both went to the hospital for health examinations and confirmed that everything was fine, but somehow, I just couldn't conceive.

Now I knew it was because of Nathan. He'd replaced my vitamins with birth control pills! I'd switched to a different brand of vitamins after hearing bad things about the one I was eating, but he didn't know that. That was why I managed to get pregnant.

Nathan's answer seemed to have satisfied Gina. She lifted her chin and eyed my corpse victoriously.

I watched as Nathan cut my body up and soaked the various parts in formaldehyde.

Once he was finally done, he slumped onto the couch in exhaustion. Gina handed him a warm towel before climbing onto his lap playfully and looking at him.

"Why do you have such dark undereye circles, Nate? Is Charlotte still upset? Why don't I call her up and explain things to her?"

Nathan frowned subconsciously at the mention of my name.

Naturally, Gina picked up on his disdain for me and said consolingly, "Charlotte has a bad temper, Nate. You should put in the effort to placate her."

Nathan looked displeased. "She's possessive and loves getting jealous over nothing. I don't intend to placate her. Let's see how long she plans on giving me the cold shoulder!"

Before the car accident, Nathan and I got into a fight over Gina. He thought I was being utterly unreasonable, so I walked out of the house.

Every time we argued, I would give him the cold shoulder for several days. He assumed I was doing the same thing this time.

Alas, he didn't know that I was dead. Just moments ago, to help Gina avoid paying for her crime, he sliced me up, emptied my organs, and turned them into specimens!

…

To remove all evidence of the crime from the laboratory, Nathan used a special chemical reagent to clean the entire place. Soon, the laboratory looked as good as new. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

The only problem that remained was the mangled bits of flesh that were once my arms. Those were harder to deal with.

"Leave it to me," Gina bravely volunteered. "I'll be sure to get rid of it properly."

Nathan hummed in acknowledgment.

Now that everything was done, Gina hugged Nathan by the waist and rested against him affectionately.

"Thank you so much, Nate. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't know what to do at all!"

Nathan held her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry. Nothing will happen, not with me around."

In all five years of marriage, I'd never seen such a gentle, adoring expression on Nathan's face before. I once thought he was merely cold and aloof by nature. I assumed that with enough time and effort, I could've warmed his heart.

Thinking about it now, I realized how much of a fool I was. He wasn't cold and aloof at all. He just never loved me.

Feeling a rise of passion, Gina wrapped her arms around Nathan's neck and eyed him flirtatiously. Startled, he instinctively glanced at the specimens he'd made of my body. It looked like he wanted to reject her advances.

However, the combination of her continuous seduction and his own surge of desire made him give in. He bent down and kissed her on the lips.

Whenever Nathan and I did anything intimate, he would avoid kissing me. I thought he didn't like to be kissed, but now, I could see him kissing Gina ravenously.

I came to an understanding once more. It wasn't kisses that he had an aversion to—it was kissing me.

I glared at the couple kissing passionately beside the remnants of my dead body. I wanted to float away, but I couldn't.

Even after dying, I'd turned into a lingering soul that couldn't go anywhere. I was forced to hang around Nathan.

I felt so pathetic. When I was still alive, Nathan treated me as if I didn't exist. Now that I was dead, I was forced to witness him and Gina in each other's arms.

They were glued to each other when Nathan's phone rang, interrupting them. With a dark expression, Nathan picked his phone up and checked the screen.

It was a call from his mother, Marie Walker.

Nathan rejected the call without hesitation before getting all hot and heavy with Gina again.

All of a sudden, I recalled that I'd promised to take Marie to the hospital for a health check today. It was already nighttime, and I was a no-show. She couldn't get in touch with me either.

She must've been worried sick right now.

By the time Nathan left the laboratory, it was already past 10:00 pm. When he got home, Marie immediately interrogated him.

"Nathan, did you have a fight with Charlotte?"

Hearing that, Nathan assumed I'd complained to her, so he denied it in an exasperated manner.

Not believing him, Marie continued, "You must've upset Charlotte. Why else would she avoid calling me for the last three days? Every year, she would take your mother-in-law, Nancy, and me to the hospital for a health examination on this very day, but neither one of us could get in touch with her today."

Only then did Nathan find out that I took both our mothers for a health check every year.

"I'm telling you right now. I don't care what you did to Charlotte, but you'd better win her back! If you don't, I'm cutting off all ties with you!"

Nathan simply responded with a half-hearted hum of acknowledgment. He went to his study and took his phone out. He began thinking about taking my number off the blacklist.

When I turned to leave during our fight, he threatened me, saying, "If you leave right now, don't even think about returning! Don't expect me to try and get you to come back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he blacklisted my number.

Well, he got what he wanted. I was gone for good.

Nathan paced in his study. After much deliberation, he finally decided to remove my number from his blacklist. Being the proud man he was, it was only natural that he didn't bother messaging me first.

But after waiting for an hour without receiving anything from me, he hesitated long and hard before sending me an emoji. 30 minutes passed without a response from me. Even after an hour, I still hadn't replied to him.

Pissed to no end, Nathan turned his phone off and headed to his room to sleep.

As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he spotted my work outfit hanging neatly on the chair in front of the dressing table. That was a habit of mine. Every Sunday night, I would hang my work outfit on that chair. Seeing that, he walked over to the clothes and fiddled with it.

It was Tuesday today. Could it be that I hadn't been home in the last few days?

Nathan was just thinking that when he suddenly caught himself. He asked himself why he even bothered worrying about me.

Seemingly in a fit of anger, he messed up my work outfit before getting in bed to sleep.

However, he spent the night in a fitful sleep. He kept having a nightmare. It involved a woman whose face he couldn't see. She was holding a baby who kept crying incessantly—piercing, haunting cries.