Beneath the Scalpel: A Dead Wife's Secret

Hovering up above in the laboratory as a ghostly specter, I watched as my corpse lay naked in front of Nathan Lowe. My face was disfigured beyond recognition, and both my arms were crushed to a pulp.

Nathan heaved a sigh before looking over at Gina Mason, who stood beside him with an innocent expression.

"Why did you go so far?"

Hearing that, Gina exhaled in relief. She deduced that Nathan hadn't recognized the body to be mine.

"You'll help me, right, Nate?" Gina asked, her voice inspiring pity and compassion in all who heard her.

Nathan's gaze steeled. He inhaled deeply, looking like he'd made a tough decision, before replying, "I'll protect you, Gina. I always will!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he put on a pair of gloves and cleaned up the wounds on my body. Then, he stripped my hair and skin off. Finally, he took a scalpel and sliced my abdomen open to start taking out my organs.

However, immediately after Nathan made the incision, his hand trembled. He gulped nervously before wiping the sweat off his brow with a fearful expression. His voice was laced with disbelief as he exclaimed, "S-She was pregnant?"

Gina's eyes widened. She stared at me in alarm before stammering, "W-Was she?"

She spoke loudly to hide how panicked she was.

After cutting open my womb, he saw a still-developing embryo inside. Instantly, an overwhelming sense of guilt washed over him. He felt suffocated—as if someone were clutching him by the neck.

Noticing that Nathan had stopped what he was doing, Gina quickly lied to him. "I didn't know she was pregnant. I really don't know what happened, Nate. I was just driving along the road when she ran out like a madwoman."

She grabbed Nathan's arm and begged, "You have to help me, Nate. I don't want to go to jail. I don't want to die!"

As Nathan looked into Gina's pleading eyes, his heart softened. Steeling himself, he cut out the embryo and tossed it into a concentrated sulfuric acid solution.

"No! My baby!"

I watched as Nathan made the vicious decision to destroy my baby. I lunged at him right away, but my spirit passed through him. All I could do was watch as my baby's body started bubbling and liquefying gruesomely in that vat of acid.

I screamed my heart out, my face contorting. But soon, an inexplicable sense of malicious joy filled me.

Nathan, would you crumble to pieces if you found out that the embryo you destroyed was your child, one that you'd been longing for?