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My Ex-Boyfriend is a Dismemberment Murderer

My Ex-Boyfriend is a Dismemberment Murderer

Aphrodite

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What is the probability that a friend added from "People Nearby" on WeChat is a murderer involved in a dismemberment case? I don't know, but I became his target 100%. Death almost brushed past me. Even though three years have passed and I am now married, I still feel a lingering fear. I often wake up in a cold sweat from nightmares in the middle of the night, feeling as if there are eyes somewhere, staring at me intently, making me shiver and feel a chill down my spine!

Chapter 1 My Neighbor Next Door Peeped At Me

How likely was it that a WhatsApp friend was the perpetrator of a corpse-chopping case?

I didn't know.

But without a doubt, I had become his target.

Even three years after the incident, I still felt as if a pair of eyes was constantly watching me!

1

If I hadn't dated the perpetrator of the corpse-chopping case, I might not have been haunted by shadows for three years.

My name is Katherine Obrien. My parents are university professors, and I was raised in a well-educated family and lived in a comfortable environment. After graduating from university, I worked at a state-owned enterprise, spending my leisure time, living a retirement like life early.

Living such a life, I had always been the envy of my classmates who toiled for their livelihoods. The only regret was that I had been perpetually single. I had attended matchmaking events but never found anyone who caught my eye.

Watching others pair up, I also hope my destined partner would appear soon.

But my parents hadn't pressured me, and I was not in a hurry. I invested more time in myself, participating in various activities to enrich my life.

I thought these peaceful days would continue indefinitely.

But unexpectedly, at the age of 25, my life underwent a dramatic change.

My parents retired and decided to return to their hometown. As their only daughter, I naturally had to go with them, so I submitted my resignation to the company. I quickly completed the handover of my work. Although I had to continue to work nearly a month at the company, I was essentially idle.

Feeling bored, I decided to browse my social media. I accidentally clicked on "Nearby People, " and someone named "Wolf In Snow", located just 100 meters away, friended me.

Since I was bored anyway, I thought, why not chat for a while? I accepted the friend request.

Soon, a message came through from the other side.

"Hello there, miss," followed by a cute and shy smiley face.

I couldn't resist such a smiley face. If it had been just the first part of the message, I might have thought he was a sleazy middle-aged man trying to flirt with me. But the cute emoji made it feel like a bashful greeting, prompting me to tease him a bit.

"Chatting during work hours, aren't you worried your boss will catch you slacking off?"

In this area, only our company was a state-owned enterprise, and the rest were private companies, mostly following a demanding work schedule from 9 AM to 9 PM, six days a week.

Our boss had even complained about private companies exploiting their employees.

"No worries, I am the boss." He added a cool emoji afterward.

Whether he was really a boss or not, I found him quite interesting and sent him a smug emoji.

I asked him why he chose the name "Wolf In Snow".

He said he liked it because wolves were strong and wild.

I asked him how strong he was.

He said he was an elite special forces operative, and his code name was Wolf In Snow.

My heart skipped a beat. I had a special fondness for elite special forces operatives.

They were agile, had strong combat abilities, and led exciting lives, completely different from someone like me who followed the rules.

I remembered when my friends asked me what type of man I liked after a failed matchmaking event. I candidly said I liked men with a wolf-like nature. Just like the protagonist Jason Bourne from the Bourne series, a trained operative with extraordinary skills, full of masculinity, and an aura of aggression.

But my comment drew laughter from them, attracting the attention of those around us, and I hurriedly dragged my friends out of the café in embarrassment.

They thought I was just a simple fan, but I knew my own heart. I hoped my lover could show me that unique and wonderful experience, and even if he couldn't, hearing him talk about it would make me happy.

I found the motivation to continue chatting with him.

The conversation naturally flowed, and from his words, I felt he was humorous and responsible. Since adding him as a friend, my phone has been buzzing with messages almost non-stop.

The smile on my face became more frequent.

My colleagues noticed and gave me the kind of look that said, "You've got a boyfriend." I understood their thoughts and clarified that he was just a WhatsApp friend. But my colleagues insisted that the smile on my face was undeniable.

I felt a flutter in my heart, a strange and indescribable feeling flowing through me, causing my face to flush slightly.

Only later did I realize that I might actually have developed a fondness for this WhatsApp friend, Wolf In Snow.

2

Under the impact of these feelings, I couldn't help but start caring about his past.

"What school did you graduate from?" While sending the message, I wondered if someone so humorous and caring might have a girlfriend. But by the thought if he had a girlfriend and was just flirting with me, I suddenly felt disappointed.

"I trained in the military."

Seeing these words, I immediately perked up.

It was like a shot of adrenaline. My childhood friend also came from the military and told me that the management there was strict, making dating quite challenging due to strict regulations.

I asked him why, if he came from the military, he ended up as a leader in a private company. He told me the government arranged work for him after he withdrew from military service.

He wasn't content with a desk job, living a life of reading newspapers and drinking tea, so he ventured out to start his own business, challenging himself.

If I weren't an only child in my family, I might be a person like him.

I admired his courage to break free from constraints, challenge himself, and live a different life, seeing different landscapes. My admiration arised in my heart, and naturally I wanted to be closer to him.

But then I worried, how could someone with a military background who started a business and became a leader still be single?

I tossed my phone aside, feeling distressed at the thought that he might not be single, perhaps just chatting with me out of boredom. I felt restless, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night.

Staying up late at night left me listless during the day.

My colleagues noticed and showed concern for my situation.

I smiled wryly and explained my situation, and my colleague bluntly suggested that maybe he was an ugly man.

I asked why, and my colleague said only ugly men would be so warm-hearted.

I couldn't help but pull a wry face. My colleague might be right.

I mentally labeled him as ugly, which slightly eased my mood.

I told myself that even if we became a couple, we would soon face a long-distance relationship. He couldn't abandon his career, and I needed to return to my hometown to develop my own. It seemed better to end things early.

So, when I logged back in, my attitude was a bit cold.

Unexpectedly, Wolf In Snow noticed something was off. He asked if something had happened and reassured me that no matter what, he could help me solve it.

My heart felt a mix of sadness and warmth, realizing he genuinely cared for me. The flutter that he had stirred in my heart reignited.

I didn't want to miss out on him.

I messaged him, "It's nothing, just that my parents want me to go on an arranged date."

When he instantly replied with a nervous emoji asking if I would go on the date, I suppressed my fluttering heart and took the opportunity to ask why he was nervous.

He called me directly.

It was our first voice call, we had only texted before.

I wasn't prepared and felt a bit nervous, so I took a few deep breaths, thinking I should drink some water, but ended up choking instead. It took me a while to recover, and when I finally answered, my voice was still a bit hoarse.

His voice was slightly trembling but steady and pleasant, "Because I like you. Can you give me a chance?"

It was like hearing the most beautiful music, I felt overjoyed, and suddenly the whole world seemed beautiful.

"Aren't you worried I might be ugly?" I teased him with my hoarse voice.

He sincerely said he didn't care. As a special forces soldier, he had seen life and death on missions and only wanted a healthy and happy partner for life, not caring about appearances.

His answer melted my heart, and he asked if we could meet sometime.

Out of a girl's instinct to be modest, I declined, saying I had to take my parents back to the countryside.

He eagerly offered to help, but I quickly refused.

He seemed a bit disappointed but said he was being presumptuous and asked when I would be free and he was willing to wait.

I let him arrange it.

Surprisingly, the meeting place was a café near my company. Curious about how he knew the place, he said he often went there.

"Then we might have met before!" I said excitedly.

"Yes!" He seemed equally pleased.

"But you probably didn't notice me because I'm just an ordinary girl," I said deliberately.

"No, you're a beautiful girl," he insisted, as if he had truly seen me.

3

After settling my parents, I used the excuse of taking a few months off and returned to my parents' house in the city.

My parents were busy catching up with old friends and didn't have time to bother me.

When I arrived at the café, it was empty, except for a man holding a red rose waiting there.

He was handsome, dressed in an expensive suit, and I suddenly wondered if my simple attire was inappropriate.

He politely pulled out a chair for me before returning to his seat.

Had he reserved the whole place? I couldn't believe such a scene from a TV drama was happening in real life. He openly admitted he didn't want anyone else to see me, a beauty.

I knew it was a sign of possessiveness, but it was also a compliment.

I admitted that being praised by a man made me feel on cloud nine, but I had to remain reserved.

I found him thoughtful and attentive to a girl's feelings, almost unbelievable that he was still single.

He was as talkative as ever, sharing many stories from his time as a special forces soldier, which I listened to with great interest.

At the end of the date, he asked for my thoughts. I felt that reserving the café was a bit extravagant, and he said I had the qualities of a caring partner. He asked for my impression of him, and seeing his nervousness, I praised his gentlemanly manners and thanked him for his kindness, saying he was a good man.

He smiled shyly but asked directly, "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

I shook my head apologetically, not agreeing.

He immediately said he was being presumptuous and offered to take me home as an apology.

I smiled and declined.

Since I was staying at my parents' old house, where many people knew me, I didn't want my parents to find out yet, hoping to wait until things were settled.

But out of reserve, I didn't share this thought with him. He seemed disappointed, saying he wanted to know where I lived so he could pick me up for work.

"Thank you, but I can't accept that until I'm your girlfriend," I replied.

He seemed to brighten at my words, as if he had found a treasure, and said I was precious. If he won me over, he would cherish me much.

I thought his words were bold, but I wasn't offended, just a bit shy.

Our subsequent dates became more normal.

We visited a food street, and I teased him for being down-to-earth despite being a leader. He said eating out wasn't healthy, and he could cook for me since he was quite skilled in cooking.

A man willing to cook for me-what more could I ask for?

Later, when he took me on a picnic and brought a lunchbox, I was truly impressed by his cooking skills, almost as good as a chef's.

I felt increasingly lucky!

I was living a very happy life.

Yet, this happiness felt somewhat unreal.

Was I really being pursued by such an outstanding man?

During his pursuit, he seemed almost perfect, though sometimes a bit of a macho attitude, wanting me to listen to him. But I thought it was just a common trait of successful men.

I asked him if any girls had pursued him, given the saying that it was easy for a girl to win over a boy.

He admitted it, and my heart suddenly felt sour.

He straightforwardly said he had rejected them all because he had met his beloved girl and couldn't accept any other woman.

Hearing this made my heart feel sweet.

When he asked if I would agree to be his girlfriend, I didn't hesitate and nodded.

He excitedly embraced me, and I could feel his solid body and nervous heartbeat. For the first time, I felt the sweetness of love, a sweetness so overwhelming it almost suffocated me, making me feel like I'm floating, as if I wasn't in control of my own consciousness.

I struggled a bit, and he let go, only to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead.

I felt like I was melting with happiness, and the sense of unreality grew stronger.

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