My Husband Dug Out My Kidney

My husband, the judge, still didn't know that I was lying cold and stiff in the morgue.

After a night of drinking, he lazily sent me a voice message, "Where did you disappear to? I've won the case, and tonight, I'll celebrate with you."

Seeing I didn't reply immediately, he sent two more messages, "Not answering me? What's with the act?"

"Just because I didn't help you with your case, you're holding a grudge?"

I still didn't respond.

Frustrated, he blocked me.

It wasn't until the third day, when he hadn't heard from me, that he thought to check the hospital. There, he ran into a nurse.