Chapter 1 After my fifth miscarriage, my uterus was so severely damaged that I had to undergo a full hysterectomy. It felt like a death sentence. I was told I would never be a mother in this lifetime. On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I was scrolling through Reddit when I stumbled upon a thread: [What's the best acting performance you've ever seen from a real person?] One of the top comments, sitting at over a million upvotes, caught my eye. [To sleep with my boss, I pretended to be his cousin. While his wife was in the hospital getting a hysterectomy, we did it seven times on their marital bed in one night. His wife didn't suspect a thing.] [The next day, when she saw a trash bag full of used tissues, she actually thought her husband had been crying over her condition.] The replies under that comment were an absolute war zone. People were ripping her to shreds, calling her shameless and asking why she was acting like being a homewrecker was a badge of honor. But the original poster was completely unapologetic and arrogant in her responses. [What era are you people living in? What do you mean 'homewrecker'? The one who isn't loved is the real third wheel, okay?] [My boss told me himself: he lost feelings for his wife a long time ago. I am his only true soulmate and physical match.] I was just about to scroll past it, disgusted, when I noticed the woman’s profile picture. It was a close-up of two hands, fingers intertwined. Wasn't that the custom wedding band I had designed for my husband? ...... Staring at the photo on the glowing screen, my entire body went rigid. I had been with Mark for five years. We never raised our voices at each other, let alone had a real fight. In the eyes of our friends, we were the perfect, enviable couple. Mark did have a cousin. Her name was Chloe. She was beautiful, sweet, and an Ivy League graduate. After I suffered my fifth consecutive miscarriage, she seemed even more devastated than I was. She came over every few days to bring me homemade, nutrient-rich bone broth, insisting she was going to help me nurse my body back to health. One was the husband I trusted with my life. The other was a kind, caring, sweet "cousin." How could they possibly betray me? I tried to click on the user's profile to read more, but the comment had already been reported and deleted. So, I created a burner account, pretended to be a fan of her "boldness," and requested to join the private Discord server linked in her bio. Inside the chat, someone asked her what she was really after with her boss. She posted a mirror selfie of a man's chiseled, eight-pack abs, her text dripping with smugness. [My boss is handsome, loaded, and amazing in bed. How could anyone not fall for a man like that?] Immediately after, she sent the message that shattered my world. [Do you want to know why his wife got pregnant five times and miscarried five times?] [Because he was terrified that if she actually had a kid, she wouldn't have any time left to spend with me. So, he started slipping saffron and other abortifacients into her prenatal vitamins.] [Who knew her body was so weak this time? She bled so much she ended up losing her entire uterus.] I stared at those glowing lines of text. My body began to shake uncontrollably. I was absolutely, horrifyingly certain now. The woman she was talking about was me. And Mark... he didn't just cheat on me. He had personally, meticulously poisoned the prenatal supplements I took every single day. Five pregnancies. Five miscarriages. Every single time, he had been the one to carefully brew my teas, hand me my pills, and look at me with eyes full of deep, agonizing heartbreak. I thought he cherished those babies as much as I did. I had no idea that what he was truly terrified of was me actually bringing one into the world. I remembered the countless times I had leaned against his chest, looking up at him with eyes full of hope and longing. "Honey, do you want a boy or a girl?" He would always rest his chin softly on the top of my head, his voice so gentle it could melt ice. "Either is perfect. As long as it's a piece of you, I'll love them with all my heart." But as it turned out, every single one of those sweet, tender words was a calculated, venomous lie. I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood, but I couldn't feel the pain. Some people in the chat thought she was just making up a sick story for clout and attention. To prove them wrong, she simply unlocked her private Instagram profile, telling everyone in the Discord to go look for themselves. Chapter 2 I immediately opened her Instagram. Every single post I scrolled past felt like a knife twisting in my lungs, suffocating me. [July 15th: The lingerie my boss bought me is way too conservative. It doesn't show off my figure at all. He should just give it to his boring wife.] That day was my birthday. He had surprised me by uncharacteristically buying me a gift. When I opened it, it was a set of black, sheer lace lingerie. Even though the sizing was completely wrong, I didn't think much of it. I just assumed he was clueless about women's sizing. I even put it on that night and tried my best to put on a show for him. I never realized... it was never meant for me in the first place. [August 30th: I have to go on a business trip to Chicago soon. My boss is supposed to be taking his wife on a vacation to Aspen. We won't be able to see each other for days! But it's okay, because my boss specifically changed his itinerary just so he could be with me.] That Aspen trip was a vacation we had been planning for over a year. I had made endless spreadsheets and itineraries. But right before we were supposed to leave, he suddenly changed the destination. He swapped our tickets to Aspen for flights to Chicago. At the time, he looked me in the eye and swore with absolute sincerity. "Babe, the altitude in Aspen is too high. Your body is still recovering, and I'm worried you won't be able to handle it." I had just suffered a miscarriage. I genuinely believed he was just being protective of my health. I even felt guilty for a long time, blaming my weak body for ruining his chance to visit Aspen—a place I knew he had always dreamed of going. But now, I realized just how laughably pathetic and wrong I had been. My trembling finger kept scrolling. There were so many stories. So many betrayals. Until I stopped on this one. [November 5th: The boss's mother-in-law passed away. He missed me so much he sent me the location. We went a few rounds right behind the casket in the funeral home! We almost knocked a candle over and burned the whole place down. It was such a rush!] A violent wave of nausea hit me, and I violently dry-heaved over the side of my bed. So the fire that broke out in the back room of my mother's funeral home wasn't an accident. It was the result of them desperately screwing each other just feet away from my mother's casket. The Mark I knew... was the man who, when I casually mentioned I was craving a specific pastry from a bakery across town, would drive a hundred miles in the middle of the night just to get it for me. He remembered my menstrual cycle more accurately than my own calendar app, always having a hot water bottle and pain meds ready. Whenever he brought me to company events, he would proudly introduce me to his colleagues. "This is my wife. The absolute love of my life." I didn't understand. How could the man who held me on such a high pedestal deceive me so flawlessly, so cruelly? Hearing my agonizing retching, Mark, who had just returned to the hospital room with breakfast, rushed over. "Babe, what's wrong?! Are you feeling nauseous again?" He carefully rubbed my back, his voice incredibly soft and soothing. "It's okay. You just had major surgery, the doctors said you'd feel sick for a few days. Just hold on a little longer, it'll pass soon." I squeezed my eyes shut, gathering every last ounce of strength I had left in my shattered body. With extreme difficulty, I raised my head and stared directly into his seemingly worried, affectionate eyes. "Mark. I know everything about you and Chloe." Chapter 3 Mark's cell phone suddenly started ringing in his pocket. He hastily silenced the call, turned back to me, and that mask of gentle perfection slid flawlessly back into place. "Babe, what did you just say? I didn't quite catch that." I pulled my gaze away from his phone and instinctively replied. "Was that Chloe calling?" The corners of his mouth twitched upward into a practiced, perfectly polite smile. "Yeah, it was. That silly girl... she's not feeling well right now, I really need to go check on her. Can you take an Uber home by yourself today, sweetie? Is that okay?" What a flawless, impenetrable excuse. If I hadn't seen that Reddit post, I probably would still be completely in the dark, nodding understandingly. Before I could even respond, he had already turned and practically sprinted out the door. I sat frozen on the edge of the hospital bed. My phone screen suddenly lit up. A new notification from the Discord chat popped up: [Just bought some fun new toys, I really want to try them out with him. His wife is literally in a hospital bed right now, but do you guys bet I can get him over here with a single text?] And just like that, he went. He went so eagerly, so desperately. Acting entirely on instinct, I threw on my clothes and followed him. I tracked his location app until I saw his familiar black Audi parked in an empty lot. Chloe was leaning seductively against the passenger side door. Mark power-walked over to her. They didn't even exchange a single word before smoothly sliding into the backseat together. The heavy doors slammed shut. Less than a minute later, the SUV's suspension began to rhythmically rock back and forth. I pulled out my phone and accessed the live feed from the hidden dashcam I had installed months ago for insurance purposes. The explicit, filthy sounds of their heavy breathing blasted into my ear through my AirPods. "Boss... tell me the truth. Between me and your wife... who do you like fucking more?" Mark's voice lacked any of the warmth he showed me, replaced instead by a dark, degrading lust. "You, of course, you little slut! You know all the best positions, you're always eager, and you're younger than her. In bed, she just lays there like a dead fish." He paused for a second before adding: "But she is the only one who can hold the title of Mrs. Davis. After all, she comes from old money, she's an Ivy League grad, and her family's connections are the only reason my company is still afloat." "Besides, don't you think sleeping with a married man is more of a rush? I have endless money to spend on you, and I know exactly how to spoil you." My nails dug so deeply into my palms they drew blood. If I hadn't heard the audio with my own two ears... I never would have believed that these words came from the mouth of the man I had loved and been married to for five years. In my mind, he had always been a quiet, stoic man who wasn't great with words. But he was brilliant, reliable, and incredibly organized—which was exactly what drew me to him in the first place. When we first started dating, my parents were vehemently opposed to it. He grew up in a dirt-poor, rural farming town and was the sole financial provider for his entire extended family. The crushing financial burden of his family was entirely on his shoulders. Back then, there were countless wealthy, successful men pursuing me, but I was completely moved by his relentless, devoted pursuit. I leveraged my parents' connections and emptied my entire trust fund to help him start his tech company. Once the company took off, we got married. Even when she brought Chloe into the company to be her "secretary," and I found out she was his "cousin"... I personally instructed HR to pay her a salary significantly higher than standard market rate to help out his family. I never imagined it was all a meticulously crafted lie. A massive, suffocating agony crushed my heart. I lost all rational thought and sprinted blindly toward the rocking SUV. But the very next second, the engine roared to life! The heavy SUV suddenly, without any warning, accelerated and slammed directly into me. The sickening sound of bones shattering was the last thing I registered before the pain dragged me into absolute, suffocating darkness. Chapter 4 When I woke up again, Mark was sitting by my hospital bed, clutching my hand in a death grip. "Babe! You're awake! How are you feeling?!" "Are you thirsty? I'll go get you some water right now." He stood up, acting as if absolutely nothing horrific had happened. I couldn't hold it back anymore. My voice was a raw, hoarse rasp. "What exactly were you two doing in that car today?" Mark's hand visibly stiffened. His brow furrowed. "You... you saw us?" I didn't expose the dashcam audio. I wanted to see how far he would go to lie to my face. "No." Hearing my denial, his facial muscles instantly relaxed, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Babe, what could Chloe and I possibly be doing in a car? She's my cousin! Did the impact from the crash scramble your brain?" "But honestly, it's all my fault. If I hadn't accidentally hit the gas instead of the brake, I never would have hit you. It's all your husband's fault." He hit me? But right before the impact, I clearly saw through the windshield that the person who suddenly threw the car into drive and stomped on the gas was Chloe. I had even seen her flashing me a malicious, provocative smirk from the driver's seat. To protect her, he was actually willing to take the blame for attempted vehicular manslaughter. I couldn't help but let out a weak, chilling laugh. His cell phone suddenly rang. Using it as an excuse, he told me he had to step out to take an important work call. I slowly sat up, intending to find a nurse to change my bandages. But as I walked past the hospital stairwell... The sound of muffled, suppressed sobbing echoed clearly through the heavy fire door. Chloe had her face buried in Mark's chest, her shoulders shaking violently. "Boss... do you think your wife knows? If she finds out, does that mean I can't stay by your side anymore?" Mark wrapped his arms tightly around her, comforting her in a low, hushed whisper. "Stop overthinking it. I tested the waters; she didn't suspect a thing. But moving forward, we have to be much more careful..." "How are we supposed to be careful..." Chloe's tearful, whining voice suddenly turned seductive. I saw her hand slide suggestively under his shirt. "I need you to comfort me right now." "You little slut. I'll give you exactly what you need." Mark let out a dark chuckle. Immediately following it, the sickening, wet sounds of kissing and the rustle of clothing echoed through the stairwell. I whipped around and stumbled blindly back to my hospital room, locking myself in the attached bathroom. I hovered over the toilet, dry-heaving violently until my throat burned. I thought that after seeing the true, horrific face of this man, my heart would be numb. But witnessing it with my own eyes again... the agonizing grief was still unbearable. After I finished throwing up, I splashed freezing water on my face. Then, I pulled out my phone and dialed my lawyer's number. "Hello. I need you to draft a divorce agreement. I want Mark Davis to walk away with absolutely nothing." Just as I hung up the phone, Mark pushed open the bathroom door. "Babe, who were you just on the phone with?" He asked with practiced, casual ease. "A coworker from the firm. Asking about a project timeline." I lowered my eyes, offering a flat, dismissive lie. He sat down next to me, instinctively reaching out to put his arm around my shoulder. "Oh, by the way. Our wedding anniversary is in three days. I promised you I would make every anniversary unforgettable. Let's celebrate properly this year, okay?" I slowly raised my head, staring deep into the eyes that were filled with nothing but fabricated, sickening devotion, and nodded. "Okay." If that was the case... then on our anniversary, I would give him a gift he would truly never forget.
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