Love Hidden in the Bones novel Chapter 5

Early the next morning, after being washed by the heavy rain, our bodies were discovered by a scavenger.

When Ethan arrived with his team, the area was already surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.

He squatted in front of the bodies with a blank expression and began his examination.

He was as calm as if it was his first time here.

"Age between 25 and 30, very young..."

He turned my body over, his movements gradually slowing down.

Three years of dating, two years of marriage, we were inseparable.

Perhaps he sensed that both the body shape and proportions were too familiar, familiar enough to make him uneasy.

He hastily lifted my left hand, brushed away the dirt covering it, and carefully examined each finger.

My left pinky finger was broken by my father when I was young. I missed the best time for treatment, and even after it healed, the bone was different from others.

Ethan knew all this, but what he didn't know was that I had suffered inhuman torture before I died.

Each of my fingers was broken, joint by joint.

Faced with death, I just wanted to live, "Save..."

"First it was insulting Olivia with messages, then it was a fever, and now what? Asking for help?" His deep voice was filled with impatience. "I'm tired. If you want to keep acting, wait until you're dead and let me know, I'll personally dissect you."

Aaron also chimed in, "I know my wife is with you. Tell her I have limited patience. If she keeps messing with Olivia, we're getting a divorce. If she wants to live, fine, if not, forget it."

At the end of the call, it was the sound of Olivia laughing and joking with them.

The phone beeped with the disconnection tone. I looked numbly at Emma's last lifeless glance. After the despair, we exchanged a smile of relief and let the kidnapper's blows rain down on us without struggling anymore.