My husband's lover, Ella Perez, and I both had cancer.

She was faking it, but I really had it, yet my husband, Levi Miller, didn't believe me.

Later, I was captured, and the criminal said, "Call your husband. If he comes, you will be safe."

But my husband only said, "If you want to come back, just come back yourself. Don't expect me to pick you up."

He personally pushed me towards death.

When my skinned body lay in the morgue, he didn't realize that the dead person was his wife who would never make trouble again.

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"Mr. Miller, a female corpse has been found, matching the methods used three years ago."

Levi gripped his phone tightly, his face serious, while the urgent voice of an officer came through the line.

Ella, sitting next to him, sensed his emotional shift and gently tugged at his sleeve. "Levi, what's wrong?"

"Ella, they found a body. If you're not feeling well, you don't need to go," he said, looking down and gently patting her head, his eyes full of concern.

Ella shook her head and said firmly, "No, I want to go with you. This is my duty."

I floated in the air, watching this scene, feeling a slight pain in my heart.

Upon arriving at the scene, Ella immediately got to work.

She carefully examined the body, her brows furrowed, her expression focused.

I watched her, feeling a mix of emotions.

Ella looked up and said to Levi, "This body has been dead for more than three days. The method is almost identical to the case from three years ago."

Upon hearing this, Levi's face grew even more serious.

He slightly frowned, carefully observing the body, not knowing if my current appearance was ugly to him.

He saw a missing piece in my lower leg, and I felt a wave of tension.

Then I shook my head and laughed at myself.

Now that my skin was peeled off and I was unrecognizable, how could he possibly identify me?

An officer asked curiously, "Mr. Miller, did you find something?"

Levi collected himself and shook his head, "Nothing!"

I scoffed. As expected, he didn't realize it was his wife who had been missing for three days.

I mocked myself inwardly. In his heart, I was never important.

"Send it back to the morgue first, and then conduct a detailed autopsy," Levi said, pulling Ella back to the police station.

On the way back to the station, Ella suddenly mentioned me, "Levi, I haven't seen your wife for several days."

Levi's eyes flickered for a moment, then returned to normal.

"It's fine. Last time I went to see you, she was arguing and said she was leaving home!"

Ella's eyes flashed with a barely noticeable smile, "You should still call her."

Levi didn't respond immediately. He seemed to hesitate.

Seeing this, Ella said, "I'll call!"

She called, but it was met with a busy signal.

Ella frowned, "Could she has blocked me?"

Upon hearing this, Levi's eyebrows furrowed, and his tone became somewhat harsh, "Don't bother with her. She's always paranoid."

I wasn't paranoid, just dead, unable to answer the phone.

"Was that my fault too?"

I stood in the air, watching all this, my heart full of helplessness and bitterness.

My body was quickly transported back to the station, and Ella personally performed the autopsy.

I watched her quietly, feeling a mix of emotions.

The preliminary autopsy report came out that day. The DNA report would come later, being expedited.

Levi stood before the report, his gaze fixed on the word "cancer," a flash of panic and disbelief in his eyes.

He walked to an empty corner and impatiently pulled out his phone.

He opened the chat interface between us.

The last message was from three years ago. I couldn't help but remember that after Ella came back, we never talked again.

Levi typed for a long time, then closed his phone without sending a message.

He instead called my best friend, "Is Isla with you? Tell her to come home when she's done making a fuss."

His tone carried a hint of impatience.

Hearing Levi's tone, my best friend snapped back, "I was going to ask you. I haven't been able to find Isla for three days!"

"Three days?" Levi's pupils dilated slightly, and he hung up the phone.

He reopened my contact and called directly.

He was met with the same cold busy signal.

At this moment, Ella walked over, "Levi, let's go eat. We've been busy for so long, I'm hungry."

Her voice was gentle and sweet, but Levi shook his head, "I still have things to do. Next time, okay?"

I floated in the air, watching him speak so gently, feeling a pang of bitterness.

I followed Levi home.

Levi suddenly started searching around the house. I didn't know what he was looking for.

Suddenly, he found many medications in my bedside cabinet.

Back then, to keep him from worrying, I lied and said they were vitamins!

What he didn't know was that these were all anti-cancer drugs. Maybe it was my fault too.

I lied so much that he believed it. The day I left home, I told him I also had cancer.

But he said with disgust, "Do you even have to copy Ella in having cancer?"

At that moment, I was disappointed.

So, I didn't even have the right to have cancer!

Levi picked up the medicine bottles and looked at them over and over again.

As he read the labels, his expression grew worse and worse.

Just then, Levi's phone rang. "Mr. Miller, Ella fainted again. She was just taken to the hospital."

He froze for a moment, then pocketed the medicine and rushed to the hospital.

I stood in the air, watching him leave, a wave of inexplicable sadness rising in my heart.

When Levi arrived at the hospital, Ella had already woken up, her face pale.

He walked gently into the ward, placed the takeout box on the bedside table, and said softly, "You're awake. I brought you some supplements."

He opened the takeout box.

He picked up a spoon and then brought it to Ella's mouth.

Ella slightly opened her mouth, letting him feed her.

I stood in the air, watching this scene, and a surge of complex emotions rose in my heart.

There was envy, jealousy, and a hint of bitterness.

I once yearned for such care and tenderness, but reality let me down every time.

I recalled the days when I lay alone in the hospital undergoing chemotherapy, and Levi knew nothing about it.

I was afraid of hindering his work at the police station, so I always faced the pain alone.

Sometimes, when I was hungry, I would just buy a piece of bread to get by. I never had such treatment.

Watching Levi gently take care of Ella, the pain in my heart grew stronger.

I was once his wife, his closest person, yet he gave this tenderness to someone else.

After a few bites of porridge, Ella said softly, "I'm full."

Levi picked up a wet wipe, gently wiped Ella's mouth, and tucked her blanket in.

He got up to leave but was grabbed by Ella.

"Wait until I fall asleep before you go, okay?" Ella's voice carried a hint of pleading.

Levi looked at her, hesitation flashing in his eyes, but he eventually nodded and turned to sit down.

I stood aside, watching their interaction, feeling a mix of emotions.

Watching Ella's fragile demeanor, a surge of contempt rose in my heart.

She held Levi's hand as if she were afraid he would suddenly disappear.

Was she really that pitiable?

No wonder Levi was willing to stay with her, to be by her side.

Unfortunately, I knew Ella's true nature.

Beneath her seemingly harmless exterior, she hid cruelty and ruthlessness.

She didn't kill me with her own hands, but after I died, she slowly peeled my skin away.

Watching her treat me like a piece of art was something I could never forget.

Suddenly, Ella woke up as if from a nightmare.

She tightly grabbed Levi's hand, "Levi, I had a nightmare. Am I going to die? I'm still scared the cancer won't be cured!"

Her eyes were red, and tears kept falling onto Levi's arm.

Levi looked at her, his heart full of pity and helplessness.

He held Ella tightly in his arms, wanting to comfort her.

A sly look flashed in Ella's eyes, as if she had noticed Levi's thoughts.

"Levi, have you contacted your wife? You shouldn't stay with me, go find her," she said, her voice filled with urgency and concern.

Upon hearing this, Levi instinctively reached for his pocket.

He felt the medicine bottle and clenched it tightly.

His mind was in turmoil.

"Don't worry about her, she'll come back," Levi said, his voice filled with irritation and impatience.

"You sleep first. I'll go ask the doctor about your condition," Levi said as he got up and left the ward.

Ella watched him leave, a smug smile forming on her lips.

Levi left the room and found the doctor.

Surprisingly, he didn't ask about Ella's condition but instead took out the medicine bottle from his pocket.

"Doctor, please check this for me. What medicine is this?" His voice carried a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

The doctor took the bottle and looked at it, his brows furrowed.

"This is anti-cancer medication," his voice was calm and serious.

Levi's body shook violently upon hearing the doctor's words.

He asked, his voice trembling, "Anti-cancer? Are you sure?"

A wave of inexplicable panic and unease surged in his heart.

The doctor nodded and looked at the name and dosage on the bottle.

"Isn't this Isla's medication? She didn't come for her chemotherapy yesterday, and no one answered when I called. Who are you to her?" the doctor asked in confusion.

"I'm her husband," Levi's voice was low and hoarse.

His mind was in turmoil, as if something inside him was collapsing.

Hearing this, the doctor frowned even more. "She came for chemotherapy so many times, and I've never seen you here. You should be more attentive to your wife. Every time she came alone, she had to buy a piece of bread to stave off hunger. You're so neglectful."

The doctor's words pierced Levi's heart.

Levi stood there, seemingly deaf to everything.

His mind was in chaos, with images of Isla alone in the hospital for chemotherapy surfacing in his thoughts.

His heart ached with each thought.

Levi's phone suddenly vibrated, breaking the silence.

He absentmindedly answered the call, hearing the urgent voice of an officer.

"Mr. Miller, the DNA results are out. Come to the station quickly."

He stood up abruptly, not bothering to inform Ella, and quickly rushed out of the ward, running towards the police station.

As he ran, a strong sense of unease surged within Levi.

He felt as if something was gradually out of his control.

Pushing open the door to the police station, he found the room dead silent.

The officers' expressions were solemn as they cautiously handed him the report, each of their gazes filled with pity.

"Why are you giving it to me? Just tell me who it is," Levi's voice trembled. He tried to maintain his composure, but his inner turmoil was evident.

The room remained silent; no one answered his question.

The officers avoided his gaze.

One officer gathered the courage and said weakly, "Mr. Miller, you'd better look for yourself."

Levi opened the report, his eyes fell on my name, and his hands suddenly trembled!