After I married Aimee Joe as I had always wished, she didn't hesitate to reveal my whereabouts to please her dream man.

On the day I won the lawsuit, I was brutally retaliated against by criminals. They dismembered me and fed my internal organs to dogs.

When I was dismembered, Aimee called to rush me. "Miles, where are you? If you don't show up now, never show up in front of me again!"

She didn't know that I had already been dismembered and hidden by the criminals.

When she saw my remains, she cried and vowed to avenge me, to kill the dream man with her own hands...

Hearing the sound of my bones breaking, my hands and feet were lying on the ground in a strange shape, and I was like a puddle of mud.

The leader took out a steel bar and pierced it through my mouth, looking down at me.

"Mr. Dean, weren't you quite eloquent? Why aren't you talking now?"

I recognized him, a murderer who was just released last year.

Because of my strong defense and the last witness I found, he had to serve an extra twenty years in prison.

But how did he know I was here?

I whimpered, my mouth filled with shattered teeth, bleeding heavily.

He signaled, and the strong man next to him took the steel bar, raised it, and jabbed it into my mouth, forcing me to swallow all my teeth.

I slowly fell, blood spewing from my mouth and flowing all over the floor.

I strained to pry open my eyes and beheld a looming figure approaching from afar, hauling a massive load, the noise grating on my ears...

As he approached, each step he took echoed on the floor like a ticking clock, marking the seconds of my life.

Everything in front of me just went black, the pain hit me like a bomb, and my soul was torn from my body in a split second.

Even though I was already silent, they were still not satisfied and wanted to mutilate my body further.

As they surged upwards, their actions were swift, and I was swiftly gutted as they unearthed my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys and flung them onto the earth, where they were promptly seized by wolves.

A few people hurriedly ran into the house to get tools and accidentally touched the phone that had fallen on the ground.

I leaned in to listen, and Aimee's shrill voice entered my ears. "Miles! Today is my birthday, you forgot, didn't you? Where are you? If you don't show up, don't come back!"

I suddenly remembered that Aimee never cared about my whereabouts, but the day before I left, she suddenly asked about my whereabouts.

Due to my line of work, I am constantly vigilant and discreet, keeping my location a secret and never divulging it to anyone.

Except for that day, I told her.

I thought she was caring about me, but I never thought that she was sending me to my death.

Even after a decade, she still has a cold heart towards me.

A few strong men in black hurriedly smashed the phone, and Aimee's malicious words also stopped abruptly.

They divided my body and prepared to dispose of it.

But what I didn't expect was that the place they chose to dump my body was so audacious.

My soul uncontrollably drifted to the north, and when I stopped, I realized.

I came to Aimee, to the birthday party.

I watched her getting along with her dream man as if nothing happened, and Vincent Walker wiping her tears and tenderly holding her in his arms.

She told Vincent, "You're always so gentle and considerate, unlike Miles, who doesn't care about such an important occasion as my birthday!"

As each frame passed, it felt like a sharp silver needle was piercing my heart, causing the pain to overflow from deep within.

I floated in front of her, looking at her with pity.

"Aimee, am I really so indifferent to you?"

"Is it because, to you, I have no worth? You can't acknowledge all that I've done for you."

I stayed up several nights in a row to overturn the case for the client, and when I finally had a moment to breathe, I dared not rest.

Because Aimee's birthday was coming soon, I wanted to throw her an unforgettable birthday party.

I decorated the venue day and night, communicated with the flower shop, cake shop, and catering shop one by one, and personally confirmed the process. Finally, the day before the birthday party, I handed this carefully decorated venue to her.

She was so happy looking at the venue that she didn't notice me collapsing after a sigh of relief.

Afterward, I was sent to the hospital for an IV, and she casually said, "Your body is really weak."

I couldn't be with her all the time because of the court session today, but as soon as the court was adjourned, I rushed over here. I also prepared a surprise for her, which was my sincerest intention.

She said that I didn't care.

Is it me who doesn't care, or is it her who doesn't care?

Just as I was thinking, a dirty little girl burst into the venue crying.

I was shocked. She was our daughter, Nina Dean.

How did she end up like this?

"Waaa... Where is daddy? I want to find daddy! Where did daddy go?!" Nina was brought to Aimee by the maid. She cried even harder, kicking and screaming.

Aimee looked at her, full of reproach in her tone. "What kind of behavior is this for a girl? Running around and screaming! Miles has spoiled you!"

Nina struggled to her feet and pushed her away. "Don't you dare speak ill of my dad! I hate you! I hate my mom!"

The relatives at the party were all discussing, "Look at how dirty she is; it's embarrassing! She's a disgrace to the Dean family! Why didn't her mother discipline her?"

"She's out there blabbering about love to every guy she meets, not even bothering to look after her own kid at home. Thank goodness for Miles, or who knows how badly her daughter would have been picked on?"

Aimee was backed by Vincent. Overhearing the family expressing sympathy for Nina, she couldn't resist but swear, "Is this how Miles instructed you? No etiquette, rude, defiant, just like your dad!"

"Nora! Have Levi take her home! She needs to reflect on her actions!" Aimee called Nora over to take Nina away forcibly.

I raised Nina myself. I know her nature.

She's a good child, very sensible, definitely not like what Aimee said.

After Aimee gave birth to Nina, she ignored her.

So, now that I wasn't around, she used this chance to scold Nina publicly, but in reality, she was just trying to humiliate me.

I believed she held a motherly affection for Nina, but that affection becomes meaningless in the presence of her so-called facade.

Nina was sobbing and shrieking as she was dragged away, causing one of the cousins to finally speak out, "Aimee, you've gone too far! Miles may spoil you, but we won't. You're being so heartless to Nina, do you even think about our Dean family?"

Aimee appeared to have overheard a joke and burst into laughter. "She's my daughter. I will only discipline her as I deem necessary! Miles had insisted on marrying me, so what can the Dean family do? Humph! He brought this upon himself! You can't blame me!"

"Aimee, you're unreasonable!" The cousin stormed off angrily.

The Dean family members left one after another; the birthday party ended in disharmony.

Only Vincent had a slight smile on his lips. His goal had been achieved.

The place next door was swarming with folks; cop cars and ambulances were everywhere; it was a madhouse. Aimee was itching to go over and inquire, but Vincent put a halt to it. "There's nothing worth seeing; let's go."

She ended up taking Vincent home, but before they could enter, Nina stopped him at the door, aimed a water gun at him. "Bad guy! I don't want you in my house! Go away! Go away!"

Aimee quickly moved to stop him, but was unexpectedly splattered with paint by Nina. In a fit of anger, she swiftly took hold of Nina's collar and forcefully pulled her indoors. "Nina! If I don't teach you a lesson right now, I'm not worthy of being your mother!"

She locked Nina in the storage room, ignoring her pleas and cries.

"Mom, please, don't lock me in here. I'm afraid of the dark; mom, please..."

Aimee deliberately provoked her. "Now you know you were wrong? It's all because of Miles spoiling you! Useless! I won't let you out!"

I floated in front of Aimee and yelled, "How dare you! Nina has claustrophobia! Are you trying to kill her?"

If she had put a little effort into Nina, she would have found out that Nina has severe claustrophobia and can't stand such a dark environment!

But she didn't. She doesn't like me, and she dislikes our daughter as well.

I clenched and unclenched my fists, finally dropping them.

I can't help Nina anymore.

I could only stay by Nina's side, comforting her over and over again that it was okay.

Creak - the door was opened.

Light streamed in through the crack in the door; a tall figure slowly shortened along the light and shadow, standing in front of Nina.

I looked up; it was Vincent.

Why is he so kind, wanting to let Nina go?

The question was quickly answered; he wasn't here to let Nina go, but to humiliate an eight-year-old child while Aimee was taking a shower.

"Your parents are about to get divorced, do you know that?"

"I'll be moving in then. I'll be your new dad."

"So you better change your attitude, or I can't guarantee I'll treat you like Miles did!" Vincent lifted her chin, smiling arrogantly.

Nina slapped his hand away, hitting and kicking him. "You're lying! You're a liar! I don't believe you! Go away! Bad guy!"

Aimee just came out. Vincent feigned a sudden collapse and teary eyes as he gazed at her. He struggled to speak, saying, "I only wanted to set her free, but I never imagined she would despise me."

Aimee rushed over without a word and slapped Nina. "Nina! What's wrong with you? How dare you hit Mr. Walker? Do you know--"

"I hate you! I hate you all!" Nina covered her face and looked up at her, her tear-filled eyes full of resentment.

Vincent, having taken advantage, wanted to push it further. "Aimee, I'm sorry... It's all my fault. I made you and your daughter fight like this."

Aimee helped him back to the room. She was softly comforting him. "It's okay. It's all because of Miles spoiling her. Just leave her alone."

She sat down by the bed, sighed, and raised her hand to rub her temples.

Vincent looked worried, walked over, and put his hand on her shoulder. "Are you having a headache again? I'll find some medicine and rub it for you."

He rummaged through the counter. Finally, his gaze darkened and settled on the crystal ball in the corner.

I had a bad feeling and wanted to float over and stop him, but I was powerless.

His finger flicked lightly, and in the next moment, the sound of shattering glass echoed from the floor.

The crystal ball was smashed...

Aimee heard the noise and hurried over. Vincent still used his usual trick. "I'm sorry Aimee, I didn't hold it properly. I smashed it. You won't blame me, will you..."

Aimee didn't even look at the thing on the ground, as she hastily grabbed his hand. "Vincent, are you hurt? Is your hand okay?"

Vincent shook his head. "I'm fine, it's just this..."

Aimee pulled him away a bit, her tone without emotion. "It doesn't matter; it's just a useless thing. If it's broken, just let it be."

A useless thing... if it's broken, just let it be...

I squatted on the ground, staring at the pile of broken glass in a daze.

I am an orphan who lost my parents when I was very young.

After my parents died, I was sent to my uncle's house, which was the darkest time of my life.

At that time, I met a lively and cheerful little girl who lived across the street from me.

Because of my parents' issues, I closed off my inner self.

She just came in and asked me to join in, to be the mom and dad in their make-believe games.

She once told me, "Miles, you're really nice. I will definitely marry you when I grow up!"

This girl was none other than Aimee.

But as she grew up, she forgot all about the past and was indifferent to me.

As soon as she got into university, she fell in love at first sight with Vincent in the same major and pursued him relentlessly.

However, Vincent kept her hanging, and despite my numerous warnings that Vincent was not a good person, she accused me of begrudging her happiness and gradually distanced herself from me.

I no longer hoped that she would see my love for her, but instead hid behind her, silently watching her.

As long as she was happy and content, that was enough.

I was ready to let go of everything and move on.

However, she appeared in front of me with a gift, handing it over somewhat awkwardly.

I accepted the gift, and inside was a snow globe, with cartoon figures of a bride and groom standing in the middle.

I was about to open it when I heard Aimee sobbing.

"Miles, will you... will you marry me..."

This was the first and only gift she ever gave me, and I cherished it deeply.

No matter how many times I moved, I always kept it safe and intact.

Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. Aimee probably has completely forgotten about it.

The thing I treasured so much was deliberately destroyed by Vincent and thrown into the trash by Nora, along with my sincere heart.

I stood there, stunned.

When I came back to my senses, a thought suddenly popped into my head.

It seemed like there was no reason for me to continue loving her.

Aimee proposed that they go for a stroll with Katie, Nina's golden retriever, in an effort to repair their mother-daughter bond.

Aimee, distracted, was leading Katie, worrying about how to apologize to Nina.

It turned out she knew she had gone too far last night.

Before she could speak, Katie started barking furiously at a hidden patch of grass, insisting on going there.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the sky turned dark.

They were all scared by Katie's unusual behavior.

Aimee seemed to have thought of something, she handed the leash to Nina and instructed her. "Nina, stay away. Don't come near here!"

Then she slowly parted the weeds and walked step by step towards the place where Katie was barking.

Aimee's figure gradually disappeared from Nina's view, and a few minutes later, a sharp scream rang out.

I drifted over to take a peek; partially buried in the earth, partially intentionally revealed, was a human appendage, my own appendage.

Hearing Aimee's scream, Nina panicked and ran over with Katie. "Mom! Mom!"

Aimee was dry heaving on the side and seeing Nina coming; she quickly tried to stop her. "Don't come over! Go away! Don't look!"

But Nina saw it anyway. The brown limb was just swaying in the wind, the end all exposed, and she could see the dried blood and broken bones.

The key point was that she also saw the beaded bracelet hanging on the limb.

As soon as Katie got close, her barking became even more fierce. I knew she recognized me.

But I didn't expect Nina to recognize me too. "Dad! Is this dad?!"

She rushed over to grab the bracelet, but Aimee slapped her hand away and dragged her and Katie away. "Nina! What are you shouting about?! How could that disgusting thing possibly be your dad?!"

The police and Vincent arrived quickly, and the police quickly cordoned off the area.

Vincent held the shocked Aimee in his arms; a police officer walked over, glanced at them, and said, "Ms. Joe, you were the first to discover this, correct?"

Aimee nodded, and the officer spoke again, "Alright, similar body parts have been found buried in several nearby neighborhoods recently. We've compared them and they belong to the same person. We suspect that a heinous criminal has been killing and dismembering people, then maliciously dumping the bodies in populated areas. You all need to be careful, especially with children."

The recently released criminal brutally murdered me in an alley near my home, then horrifically dismembered my body.

He boldly scattered pieces of me in different neighborhoods, intentionally burying them close to the surface, anticipating their eventual discovery and announcing my untimely demise to the public.

It's clear that this disgusting criminal isn't afraid of getting caught. He seems to be flaunting the fact that he killed me.

Vincent thanked the officer and walked home with her.

Nina had been sent home earlier. When she heard the door unlock, she rushed out to confront her mother. "Mom! That's my dad! Why won't you let me acknowledge him? I made that bracelet and gave it to dad! I couldn't possibly be mistaken! That's my dad!"

Nina's agitation grew as she expressed her desire to search for me. "I need to find dad! You all don't care for him, but I only need him! If you won't search for him, I will!"

Slap—

A crisp slap landed on Nina's face. Aimee had hit her once again.

She couldn't stop shaking, her hands were shaking really bad, and she had this blank look on her face, but she just kept shaking her head.

She gripped Nina's shoulders tightly. "You shut up! This is impossible! Don't go crazy on me! Even if that man is Miles, he's not your father! Do you hear me clearly?!"