My Forensic Husband Personally Dissected Me

Synopsis

A woman's body was pulled from the river. After nearly half a month submerged in the water, her face had deteriorated beyond recognition. The dissecting-room's shadowless lamp shone on the bloated corpse, its light as pale as the winter sun. Samuel Foster was the lead anatomist. At thirty-two, he was the youngest chief forensic doctor in Jinsolin, and everyone regarded him as the best expert. With his head lowered, he guided the scalpel through the corpse's chest steadily. What he didn't know was that the body belonged to his wife, the woman he detested.