My body was half-buried in the putrid mud, already showing signs of slight gigantism. The man's large hand gently lifted my neck.

He stood there for a long time before pulling a glass jar from his pocket, filled with strong acid.

This man was none other than my fiancé, Jacob Kinsey. He was here to save his kidnapped beloved.

An hour ago, Jacob had received a call from an unknown number.

"Dr. Kinsey, listen.Guess,who is this?"

"Jacob, help me!"

Barbara's hoarse scream came through the phone.

"Destroy all the evidence, help us escape punishment, or the next one you dissect will be this pretty little thing."

"Jacob, I'm so scared, save me!!"

The caller gave Jacob the location of my body, threatening him to eliminate all the evidence on it, including the criminal's DNA.

Jacob and I were childhood sweethearts.

After graduation, I became a police officer, and he became a forensic pathologist.

Six years into our careers, we were engaged.

Barbara was Jacob's college mate, a younger girl who always clung to him, calling him a genius.

Jacob had always been righteous and unwavering.

I never thought he would compromise his principles, but for Barbara, he came here.

....

My soul writhed with pain as Jacob methodically and professionally destroyed the evidence on my body, treating my corpse with the cold detachment reserved for a pile of rotten meat.

He obliterated all traces of evidence, leaving my body utterly defiled.

As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, a fully formed embryo slid out from my body, rendered even more grotesque by the acid wash.

Rain washed away the blood and membrane, and Jacob's Adam's apple bobbed up and down before he succumbed to a fit of vomiting.

Seeing his wretched state, I almost wanted to laugh.

Disgusted, Jacob? This was our child.

The man who had dissected hundreds of bodies without flinching now retched at the sight of his own child.

Right. He loved children, yet he didn’t know I was pregnant.

Not long ago, I found out I was expecting, but Jacob had been holding a grudge against me for his mother's death.

He had hysterically blamed me for taking too many risks on missions, attracting trouble and leading to his mother's revenge killing.

He wished I were dead; perhaps he would be relieved when the forensic results came out, revealing that the already deceased me was carrying our child.

Or maybe he wouldn't care at all.

His head hung low, his face dark.

On the way back, Jacob threw the embryo into the sewer.

"No!"

My soul lunged forward, but as I tried to catch it, the tiny being passed through my hands and plummeted into the foul, stinking sewer, flowing into the depths of the pipe.

I knelt at the sewer's edge, watching Jacob's retreating figure.

Jacob, how heartless you are!