I called Diana Jones, who works as a medical examiner, after her parents and sister were in a car accident. It took eighty calls before she finally answered. “What’s wrong with me celebrating Asher’s birthday? Can’t you stop being so petty?” I told her about her family’s accident, hoping she would come immediately to handle the aftermath. She just laughed coldly, “What does your family’s death have to do with me?” Not only did she refuse to come, but as a medical examiner, she even provided false testimony in court for her first love who had killed her entire family. When I finally filed for divorce, she became furious. “Eric, it’s just a few people who died. Asher didn’t do it on purpose. Besides, it was your parents and sister who weren’t paying attention to the road. You’re being so aggressive, threatening divorce over this—I’m really disappointed in you.” Looking at her angry expression, I finally understood. She never realized that it was actually her family who had died. ***** Diana’s parents and sister were violently thrown from the impact. The next second, flames shot into the sky as the car exploded with a deafening blast that nearly pierced my eardrums. I stood frozen in place, a chill instantly spreading throughout my body. It took me a long while to regain my senses. My fingers trembled uncontrollably as I called emergency services. After calming down slightly, I immediately dialed Diana’s number, but she wouldn’t pick up. It wasn’t until my eightieth call that she finally answered. Before I could speak, Diana’s impatient tone came through. “Didn’t I tell you not to disturb me today? This is Asher’s first birthday since he returned to the country, and I want to spend it with him properly. Can’t you avoid causing problems at a time like this?” Hearing the name “Asher,” my fingers instinctively tightened their grip. Looking back at Diana’s family lying in pools of blood behind me, I swallowed the accusations I wanted to make. My voice shook with urgency. “Your parents and sister have been in a car accident. They’re seriously injured and being rushed to the hospital. You need to come quickly. I’ll send you the address.” Before I could finish, Diana let out a light laugh, her tone dismissive. “What does your family’s accident have to do with me? I’m not their daughter. Their lives aren’t my concern. Don’t bother me with this.” The call ended abruptly, leaving me breathless at the harsh dial tone, making Diana seem like a stranger for the first time. The police who arrived saw my dazed expression and gently patted my shoulder, suggesting I follow the ambulance to the hospital. Watching Diana’s family being loaded onto stretchers, my hands continued to shake, my heart filled with dread. Just minutes before the accident, Diana’s father had mentioned being thirsty, so I’d gone to a nearby convenience store for water. I never imagined that upon my return, I would witness them being hit, their faces completely unrecognizable from the impact. I didn’t know whether to feel relieved about my narrow escape or devastated by their tragic fate. As I recalled the accident, my phone received a notification for a thirty-thousand-dollar purchase. It was from a store where I often bought ties. Diana shopping there certainly wasn’t to buy something for me. She rarely showed any concern for me on normal days. This morning, to celebrate Asher Owens’ return to the country, she had carefully applied elaborate makeup and worn a dress she’d previously been too precious about to wear. Even during our dating days, she had never put in such effort with her appearance. Instead, she often mocked me, saying, “We’ve been married for so many years. Seeing your face every day is annoying enough—putting on makeup would be a complete waste of time.” Another purchase notification popped up, this time from an upscale restaurant we occasionally visited. I tried calling her again, only to find her phone was now turned off. I opened her Instagram and saw she had just posted an update: “Birthday celebrations with someone you love make even the cake taste sweeter.” Seeing the intimate photo of Diana feeding Asher cake, anger surged through my entire body. Just then, the operating room light went out. The doctor emerged, shaking his head and simply saying, “My condolences.” My heart sank into an abyss. Although I had mentally prepared myself, they had been family to me for many years, and I felt profound grief. I looked at my phone again, thinking of their daughter who was still out enjoying herself. With a cold laugh, I immediately contacted the bank to freeze Diana’s credit cards.
After completing the statement, the police informed me that they had found surveillance footage of the accident scene. I followed the police car to the station. When I saw the footage, I couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed. I frantically rewound the video a few seconds, pausing on the vehicle responsible for the accident. Despite the blurry footage, I could recognize that it was Asher, who had just returned to the country. At that moment, all my suppressed emotions exploded. From beginning to end, I felt like a complete joke. It turned out that the person who killed Diana’s family was her first love. I let out a cold laugh, thinking, “If Diana knew about this, would she still happily celebrate her first love’s birthday?” The police thought I was having an emotional breakdown due to the shock and patted my shoulder to comfort me. I wiped my face and calmly said, “I know this person.” “Officer, I request an autopsy.” I spoke rapidly, appearing to others as someone unable to accept the death of family members. The officers exchanged glances but didn’t refuse my request. As a family member, I did have the right to request an autopsy. The officer said, “Mr. Greene, we understand how you feel. However, the surveillance footage is incomplete and doesn’t prove that Asher deliberately killed anyone. This case requires further investigation. You can initiate the autopsy process now.” I nodded, indicating my willingness to cooperate with the police investigation. After leaving the police station, I opened my phone and immediately received a call from Diana. As soon as I answered, her cold voice came through. “You froze my card? Eric, how dare you! What right do you have to freeze my card?” I calmly replied, “The right that it’s my salary card. Diana, do I need to remind you? Every penny you’re spending now is my money.” Diana fell silent, and when she spoke again, her tone was somewhat softer. “We’re husband and wife, why distinguish between yours and mine? Today is Asher’s birthday, and I finally see him after so long. If he ends up paying for his own birthday celebration, do you know how embarrassing that would be for me?” She continued complaining, making me increasingly irritated. Unable to bear it any longer, I shouted, “Are you done yet?” Clearly not expecting me to raise my voice, Diana paused, then said, “Eric, you’re actually yelling at me?” Her voice carried a hint of grievance, and she soon began to cry. Diana had always been like this—pampered since childhood, crying and making a scene whenever anyone said anything against her. In the past, whenever she put on this act, I would immediately comfort her and spare no expense buying her designer bags. But now, whenever I thought about her celebrating the birthday of the person who killed her family, I felt that all my sincere feelings had been trampled into worthlessness. “Your parents are dead. Remember to come back for the funeral,” I told her coldly. However, she responded with something that shocked me. “Everyone dies eventually. The three of them dying together is a kind of reunion. You can handle the funeral. I have many bodies to dissect these days.” With that, she hung up. I was stunned, realizing that she apparently didn’t know the deceased were her parents. Pressing my lips together, I asked the police again, “Can I request a specific medical examiner for the autopsy? Consider it my final request.”
After leaving the police station and returning home, I had my lawyer draft a lawsuit. Just as I sent out the lawsuit, Diana unexpectedly returned home early, despite supposedly being busy with autopsies. She burst through the door furiously and immediately grabbed a water glass from the table, hurling it at me. Glass shards exploded against the wall, scattering everywhere. Her chest heaved violently as she pointed at my nose and shouted, “Eric, have you no shame? “Asher didn’t intentionally kill your family! How could you take out your anger on an innocent person?” “Asher told you?” I coldly asked. Diana let out a bitter laugh. “I had just finished celebrating his birthday when he was summoned by the police. He told me everything on the way. It wasn’t intentional—he was just in a hurry to see me. “Besides, if your elderly parents had paid attention to the road, would this have happened? And your sister got caught up in it too!” Noticing something off about my expression, her tone softened slightly. “Eric, don’t be so upset. What’s done is done, so let it go. Don’t make this more embarrassing than it needs to be. Asher and I have agreed to compensate you with $300,000 to settle this privately.” I couldn’t help but laugh, staring directly at Diana. “So their three lives are worth just $100,000 each?” Hearing this, Diana’s face darkened again. She shoved me, her voice low and warning. “You’d better be reasonable! $100,000 is already a lot! Your parents were old anyway—even if they hadn’t died, you’d have had to take care of them regularly. Now that they’re gone, you’ve been spared that burden. You’re essentially getting $300,000 for nothing!” Diana’s attitude made it clear that no matter what, she would stand by Asher and believe everything he said. My heart stung slightly, but I smiled at Diana. “I trust the law will prove everything.” Seeing my determination, Diana bit her lip and snorted coldly: “I’m trying to help you, but you won’t listen! Don’t blame others when you lose this case!” With a loud bang, she slammed the door on her way out. Her words carried an air of absolute certainty, as if she was convinced I would lose this lawsuit. It wasn’t until the day of the trial that I finally understood why she was so confident. ***** On the day of the hearing, the solemn courtroom was packed with people. Without hesitation, I presented the surveillance footage of Asher running over the victims. When questioned by the judge, Asher stammered, unable to form a coherent response. “I… I…” Seeing Asher at a loss for words, Diana immediately stood up to testify. “As a forensic pathologist, I can provide evidence proving these three people died from their own medical conditions, not from injuries sustained in the accident. “What can a single surveillance video prove? Either provide compelling evidence, or this is just slander!” Diana appeared extremely confident. She then produced an autopsy report. To help Asher escape punishment, she had clearly gone to great lengths. Seeing my silence, Diana’s eyes flashed with challenge and triumph. “I told you we should have settled this privately. With the little evidence you have, what did you expect to accomplish? Now you have no proof and you’re making a fool of yourself.” Asher, standing beside her, quickly tried to mediate: “Don’t be so angry, Diana. Don’t let me ruin your marriage. “Eric, I also want to apologize to you. About your parents—it wasn’t intentional. Diana said $300,000 would resolve this, but personally, I don’t think $300,000 is enough.” Asher was openly apologizing to me in court, seeking reconciliation. I responded with indifference: “It’s fine, I’ve thought it through. I’ve sent you my account number. Just transfer the money there. I’m not asking for much—$600,000 will do. My parents’ and sister’s lives should be worth $200,000 each, not so cheap.” Both Diana and Asher were surprised by my sudden change, and when Asher heard I wanted $600,000, his expression soured, but he eventually agreed reluctantly. Seeing the $600,000 transferred to my account, I smiled with satisfaction, then said to Diana: “I’ve prepared divorce papers. While the court is still open, let’s get divorced.” Diana froze for a moment, then snatched the divorce agreement and laughed coldly. “You want to divorce me over something this trivial? You’re not much of a man!” She threw the documents on the ground, stomped on them several times, and then left with Asher without even looking at me. Before leaving, she couldn’t resist one last taunt: “Be grateful you got any money at all. That’s all your parents’ and sister’s lives were worth.” I raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. She still thought it was my parents who had died. I said, “Still, after all our years of marriage, as my wife, shouldn’t you at least see my parents and sister one last time? Just to pay your respects.” “You’re insane!” Diana cursed, but still followed me to the morgue. She had already autopsied these three unrecognizable bodies countless times, so there was nothing new to see. Upon entering the morgue, her face showed complete impatience. However, at that moment, I took out three death certificates and said sadly, “Mom, Dad, Sis, Diana has come to see you.” Seeing the death certificates in my hand, Diana froze instantly, her eyes bulging wide, bloodshot with shock!
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