On our wedding anniversary, my husband brought Pure Love home for a date.
The two of them were intimate until late at night, causing Pure Love to catch a cold. However, my husband took out his anger on me.
He locked me in the refrigerator after I had been freezing on the balcony all night, just to make her feel better.
I was locked up for three whole days, and after death my soul floated out of my body.
I saw Pure Love put my corpse into boiling water with her own hands until it was rotted and deformed, unrecognizable. Then she had people from the crematorium take me to an abandoned factory.
But when my husband saw my miserable state, he called Pure Love to tell her to be careful.
A colleague reminded him not to forget about me.
He sneered, "Aria is delicate, it's right that I care about her. As for Melody, she's tough as nails, she won't die."
But he didn't know that the highly decomposed body in front of him was me.
And he, a top embalmer, couldn't even recognize my face.