Dear Arthur Please Love Me Again by Arthur Clark

Chapter 11



Chapter 11

Arthur’s eyes. reddened as he rushed madly into the autopsy room.

The child was lying next to my body.

I gently caressed the child.

Baby, I’m sorry.

Mom couldn’t protect you.

Ignoring the foul stench, Arthur tried to reach out to touch us.

Chris and the others rushed in to stop him.

“Arthur! Calm down!”

Arthur lost his sanity, his eyes tinged with blood red like a wild beast, heedlessly fighting with Chris.

“That’s my wife and child! What right do you have to stop me?”

I was stunned.

It was the first time Arthur acknowledged me as his wife.

But, Arthur, I was no longer yours.

I was already dead.

I thought my death would make Arthur happy.

He had said more than once if I were to die, to die far from him, so what does this behavior mean now?

Chris and others knocked out Arthur and dragged them to the hospital for a sedative injection.

When he woke up, he was much calmer.

It seemed as if his previous loss of control was just my illusion.

Amanda arrived, throwing herself into his arms.

“Arthur, are you alright? I was so worried about you.”

Arthur softened his expression, tucking her loose hair behind her ear.

“I’m fine. Why are you here? You’re not well. You can’t be so reckless next time.”

Amanda naturally clung to his wrist, cooing at him.

No matter how trivial Amanda’s topics were, Arthur always patiently responded to

her.

Chris entered and noticed the intimate pair, his expression turning odd.

Chris’ clearing of the throat drew Arthur’s attention.

“Arthur, there’s been progress in the case!”

Chapter 11

Arthur returned to the police station.

His professional demeanor showed no signs that the victim was his wife.

I couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

It was the Arthur I knew.

Yes.

My death would likely only bring him joy and relief.


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