Craving for Justice

“Trust me this time, honey! This time is different.” My wife Chloe Rinn’s voice echoed through the quiet living room.

When she went shopping today, her best friend had recommended her a new plastic surgery clinic. Apparently, the clinic had headhunted a famous plastic surgeon from Korea with the offer of a high salary. The surgeon was very skilled and had many celebrities on his resume.

Since they were just starting out, the clinic only charged thirty thousand dollars for a full-face makeover.

“Doing a large-scale surgery is too risky! You may lose your facial functions or even your life…”

Chloe interrupted me before I could finish that sentence. “Don't say such things! It’s bad luck. Besides, the doctor is really skilled. Celebrities lined up for an appointment with him.”

She could not be convinced otherwise. All she could think of was how beautiful she would look after the surgery.

“Fine. If you really want to go, I'll transfer the money after I get my salary in a few days.”

Chloe's eyes lit up, and she gave me a peck on the cheek before hugging me tight. “You're the best, honey! Once I become a hit influencer, we'll buy a huge mansion! And Ellie’s friends won't tease her anymore.”

Chloe smiled at our daughter as she said that. Little Ellie was playing with her building blocks.

In my previous life, as a doctor, I had known she was falling for a trap the moment she said those things. Corpses had been stolen from many morgues and mortuaries associated with hospitals recently, and I instinctively thought the plastic surgery clinics were behind the thefts. After all, human bones made for the best implants, and a whole corpse could be broken down into many “components”.

Besides, where could she possibly get a full-face plastic surgery for thirty thousand dollars? Back then, I had spent an entire day convincing her to change her mind.