My mother-in-law’s family was bitten by a venomous snake while camping. The only antivenom was at my husband’s company. I called him, but all I heard on the other end was the sound of moans and splashing water. Before I could say a word, he hung up. My mother-in-law’s family died in the hospital because they didn’t get the treatment in time. That’s when my husband called me. “Don’t cremate your parents’ bodies,” he said. “Send them to my company. They can be cadavers for medical research.” He thought it was my family who had been bitten. I hung up the phone, looked at the five corpses behind me, and did exactly as he asked. … By the time I got to the hospital, my husband’s family was on the brink of death. The doctor told me the snake was incredibly rare, and the only known antivenom was stockpiled at my husband, Jeff’s, company. I called Jeff frantically, but he rejected every call. On the hundredth try, he finally picked up. “It’s Sophia’s birthday. I’m spending the night with her. Stop being so paranoid!” With his family dying in the emergency room, I swallowed my anger and spit out the words. “Your parents and your sister’s family were bitten by a snake! The hospital doesn’t have the antivenom, only your company does! You have to get it here, now!” Before I could finish, Jeff cut me off, his voice dripping with scorn. “One vial of that antivenom costs over a hundred thousand dollars, Thea. Does your family have no shame?” “Your whole family gets bitten, and you come crawling to my company for a handout? What do you take me for? A fool?” “You need to take a long, hard look at yourself.” He hung up without another word and blocked my number. I slumped onto a hospital chair, stunned, unable to believe what I had just heard. A notification popped up on my phone. It was from the Chanel boutique, informing me that the limited-edition, multi-million-dollar handbag my parents had ordered for my birthday had just been picked up. By my husband. I didn’t have to guess where it was. It was on Sophia’s arm. He had a habit of stealing my things to give to his "one true love," Sophia. Whenever I objected, he would sneer at me. “You’re a married woman, Thea. What do you need a bag that expensive for? No one’s going to notice you anyway. Let Sophia have it. She needs it for her business meetings.” “Don’t be so petty. Sophia is like a sister to me! If you love me, you have to accept how much I care for her.” He worshipped Sophia. Limited-edition bags, sports cars, luxury apartments—he showered her with gifts, practically offering her his heart on a platter. And me, his actual wife? I wasn’t even worthy of a few life-saving vials of medicine. It was pathetic. As I was typing a message to the boutique, Jeff posted on his social media: The most expensive bag for the one I love most. Tonight is ours. Sophia’s post followed moments later: My knight said he’ll always be by his princess’s side. Your medicine didn’t just save my family, it saved my heart. The picture was of the two of them, nestled together intimately. Sophia was holding up a vial of antivenom, my handbag slung over her shoulder, a triumphant smile on her face. Rage burned through me. I almost fainted. Jeff was a heartless bastard, willing to spend a fortune to worship Sophia while his own family lay dying. The emergency room doors opened, and the doctor walked out. “Please, just give me a little more time,” I begged. “I’ll get the medicine here as fast as I can.” The doctor shook his head and removed his mask. “It’s too late. The patients no longer have vital signs. I’m so sorry for your loss.” My eyes stung with tears. My heart ached with a profound, bitter sorrow. Just two hours ago, they had been laughing and talking. Now, they were five cold bodies, while their own son was out celebrating with another woman. He was worse than an animal. Fighting back tears, I sent a message to the boutique. I haven’t been to the store recently. The bag must have been picked up by someone else. Please report it to the police. The doctor had mentioned that the snake that bit them was almost extinct in this country, which was why the hospital had no antivenom. It was all too convenient. A rare, venomous snake, found in my in-laws’ tent. Five people dead. The police took the case very seriously. They quickly discovered that someone had purchased a large number of venomous snakes online and released them into the wild. The suspects? Sophia’s parents. The very people Jeff had rushed to save were the ones who had murdered his entire family. I hoped he wouldn’t cry too hard when he found out the truth. An officer explained the situation to me. “Ma’am, we understand the circumstances. However, the two suspects are currently in the hospital themselves. We can’t bring them in for questioning just yet.” My face was a blank mask. “They were also bitten by the snakes,” I said. “But the poison has been neutralized. There’s nothing stopping you from questioning them now.” The officer gave me a strange look, clearly wondering how I knew this. But seeing my distraught state, he didn’t press the issue. “Rest assured, we will get to the bottom of this and bring you justice.” After the police left, I opened my phone and began filing a lawsuit. A sudden phone call interrupted me. It was Jeff, his voice laced with fury. “Thea, are you trying to start trouble? I’m your husband! Can’t I pick up a bag for you? And you called the cops? Did the snake bite you, too? Did it poison your brain?” His accusations were a relentless barrage, with no regard for what I was going through. “No, it’s not okay,” I said, my voice cold as ice. “Because I never saw the bag. You said you picked it up for me. Fine. Where is it now?” Jeff fell silent. After a long pause, his tone softened. “We’re husband and wife, Thea. Why do you have to be so difficult? It’s marital property.” “Sophia wanted a limited-edition bag, and this was the only one available in the country. It was her birthday. I just wanted to make her happy.” “It looks so perfect on her. It’s better to give than to receive, you know. Just let it go.” The man had no shame. “How can you even say that?” I snapped. “Why don’t you use your own money to buy her gifts? You useless piece of trash!” Jeff was stunned. “You… you’re talking to me like that? Are you insane?” I used to be so careful with his fragile ego, always watching my words. Looking back, I realized his skin was thicker than a castle wall. I didn’t want to fight with him. Not now. “If you have a shred of humanity left,” I said, my voice sharp, “you’ll get your ass down to the hospital morgue and see what your stupidity has wrought.” “They’re already dead! What’s the point of me going? It’s not like they’ll come back to life! Don’t ruin a perfectly good night for me!” he roared. Then he added, “Don’t cremate your parents’ bodies. See if you can send them to my company to be used as cadavers.” “Sophia’s parents are in trouble. She’s a wreck. I need to be with her.” He hung up. I started to laugh. He actually thought my entire family was dead. I had planned to give his parents a quick, quiet burial. Now, I ordered five industrial-sized freezers. Just as Jeff wished, I had his entire family moved from the morgue, freezers and all, and sent them by cargo van to his company.
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