After My Murder, My Husband Hunted Them DownChapter 1
My husband's prized student tortured me to death. My husband—the forensic pathologist—falsified the autopsy report.
Then the killer, Bernice Barnes, married him. My soul never found rest.
Not until a serial killer on the run across the country kidnapped Bernice.
The video spread across the internet like wildfire.
On camera, Bernice was covered in blood, her fingers gone.
In the background, a mechanical voice, cold and flat:
"The March 18 Case. The killer is permitted no plea. Sentence: death by a thousand cuts."
"Next, the accomplice, Curt Baxter. You have three hours to turn yourself in. Otherwise... you can come piece your little darling back together yourself."
The entire internet erupted.
But Curt Baxter—my husband, special appointment professor of anatomy at Seabrook University, Seabrook City's chief forensic pathologist—was still in the kitchen, oblivious.
Making dinner for Bernice, who hadn't come home yet.
……
The table was already covered with dishes.
The renowned Professor Baxter, a man who once treated his hands as more precious than his own life, was standing there with a knife, shaving tofu into paper-thin chrysanthemum petals.