My Ex-Husband's Dream Girl Was a ManChapter 1

The stench of gas hung heavy in the air on New Year's Eve, suffocating the holiday cheer.

I turned, heart hammering, to find my husband staring at me with eyes devoid of warmth.

"Do you remember the beauty of the Forensic Science Department?" Derek asked, his voice chillingly calm. "She's dead. And I have no intention of living without her."

My mind went blank. Then the click of his lighter shattered the silence.

Flames roared to life, consuming the room, but his gaze never left me—vicious and full of hate.

"If you hadn't interfered," he screamed over the fire, "she would have been the one to save me from the lab! It should have been her!"

I died in agony, skin blistering as the world turned to ash.

When I opened my eyes, the fire was gone.

In its place: the sterile white of the university hallway. The shrill ring of the lab alarm echoed in my ears.

I had returned.

I didn't plan to play hero this time. But curiosity gnawed at me. I wanted to see this "department beauty" he was so obsessed with. In the Forensic Science Department, I was the only female student.

So who exactly was this phantom woman?

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