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"If I knew, would I have called you yesterday?"
Logan's voice was hoarse. "She wants a divorce."
Emma said, "Good for her! She should have divorced you ages ago. Finally saw the light. When's the big day? I'll take time off to celebrate her escape from this nightmare."
He lowered his head, not even bothering to retort. "I've asked everyone. No one knows where she is. Where could she have gone?"
She calmed down too. "I don't know. I haven't been able to reach her since last week. No one at the company has heard from her. Sophia isn't like you. She wouldn't just disappear on everyone. Something must have happened to her."
Logan seemed to think of something. His hand holding the phone trembled.
"Logan, if anything happened to Sophia, I will never forgive you."
I sighed softly.
Emma was one of my few true friends.
We were high school classmates, ended up working at the same company by chance.
If she knew I was dead, she'd be heartbroken.
I drifted back and forth.
Emma, I won't be able to grab street food with you after work anymore, or complain about the boss with you.
Try to be more careful in the future. When you badmouth the boss behind his back, be more discreet. Don't get caught.
Since I died, I'd been wondering what Logan's expression would be when he found out.
When the police called, he was lying in the living room surrounded by empty bottles, dead drunk.
"Mr. Thorne, regarding the body discovered in your office the other day, after our investigation, we can confirm it is your wife, Ms. Sophia Thorne..."
Logan lay on the floor, staring expressionlessly at the ceiling, his voice raspy. "You must have the wrong number."
"Mr. Thorne, you can come identify the body today."
He stared wide-eyed, silent for who knows how long.
Suddenly, Logan jerked up and rushed into the bathroom, vomiting violently.
He clung to the toilet, tears and snot covering his face.
His phone vibrated.
Chloe: Logan, good morning! Overslept today, gotta munch on a bagel on the way to work :(
Logan's face was cold. He exited the chat.
For the first time, he didn't reply to her message promptly.
Then, the doorbell rang.
Logan wiped his face roughly and stumbled to the door in a daze.
The delivery guy was startled by his zombie-like appearance.
He shoved the envelope into Logan's hands and practically ran away.
Logan's hands trembled as he opened the envelope.
Divorce Agreement. The words stared back at him.
I drifted over, feeling a pang of regret.
This agreement was useless now.
Before I was killed, I went to a law firm and had this agreement drawn up.
The division of assets, property, cars was very detailed.
After signing, I scheduled an appointment to terminate the pregnancy.
I'd wasted enough time on him. I needed to start a new life.
Then, on my way to the clinic, a man in a mask held me as hostage.
He forced my head down and shoved me into a black van.
In a deserted suburb, he cut out my tongue.
My new life ended before it even began.
Logan arrived at the police station reeking of alcohol, unshaven, looking like he'd aged ten years overnight.
The detective frowned, looking him over. "Your wife has been missing for over a week, and you didn't know?"
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
When he saw my body again, Logan could barely stand.
"Who did this?! Who's the killer?!"
He roared at the detectives.
The detective calmly tried to soothe him. "Sir, please calm down. Based on the evidence, we've already identified a suspect and are pursuing him. We believe an arrest is imminent."
