The Woman From Hell

"This is what's going on now. We found a male corpse near the scene of the accident, but you said that they took your husband away. Hence, that corpse can't possibly be your husband. Please remain calm." "What did you say?" I shot up from my seat.

My body started shaking uncontrollably, and my eyes widened. I desperately hoped that he was joking.

"Calm down, Miss. We still aren't sure if that's your husband."

I clasped my hands together tightly, feeling my nails dig into my flesh as fear took over me.

'But we need you to help us identify if that man is your husband."

"Okay."

"Follow me."

It felt like my heart was lodged in my throat. My legs were trembling, but I forced myself to keep walking. It was only a short distance, but it felt like the longest walk of my life.

the officer into a room, and he said, "I'm letting her see if the corpse is her

"Alright."

Theo, but a part of me feared the worst. What if it was him? This internal back-and-forth was

palms bleeding from where my nails had pierced into my flesh. I tried my best to suppress my

I looked at them, I

facial features, but you can take a look at his clothes and possessions. Try

disfigured man. He was wearing a black suit, just like the one Theo had worn to the funeral today.

so powerful

deeply, then said, "He's not my

"Are you sure?"

my chest." I'm certain this is not

I can understand how you're feeling right now, but please cooperate with us. We need to find as many leads as soon as possible. If he's not

words felt like a knife to my

husband. Even though he's wearing the same watch as my husband, and his figure is similar to my husband, I'm sure that this isn't him. We've lived together for over a decade. I