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After the avalanche, my wife Susan, who was a member of the rescue team, saved me.
But she missed the last call from her first love, Carter.
Carter rear-ended a truck and died on the spot due to excessive bleeding.
Susan cried and hugged me in the ward to comfort me.
"It's not your fault. I know the car accident has nothing to do with you."
But on my birthday, she cooked for me personally, knocked me unconscious and imprisoned me in the basement.
When I was awake, she cut me to pieces.
"Your life is saved, but who will pay for Carter's life! His body was burned to ashes, why are you still alive!"
I died of ulcers all over my body, and she hung my body on a branch next to Carter's tombstone to atone for my sins.
When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the time when the avalanche happened.

My Wife Cut Me Into Pieces After The Avalanche

I sat down in the wheelchair and followed behind Susan.


The hospital lobby was now crowded with people, with a middle-aged woman sitting at the center of the crowd.


Behind her was a white banner, with six large words written in red pen: "Give me back my son's life!"


She was cradling a black and white portrait in her arms, the face of a child who looked young.


Everyone was whispering among themselves.


"How pitiful, I heard they were victims of the rear-end collision at the tunnel entrance. Those rescue teams said they got everyone out, but who knew there was still a child inside."


"I heard they only discovered him after the follow-up crew arrived."


"They're not human at all, how can they still call themselves a rescue team after this!"


I instantly understood what had happened.


Susan had taken all the rescue teams to the tunnel entrance, just to save Carter.


As long as they rescued him, they didn't care about anything else.


Chapter 6