I was on maternity leave, taking it easy at home, when I suddenly got a SnapChat friend request: “Be careful of your husband, he’s going to kill you.” “Crazy!” I couldn’t help but curse, hitting ‘decline’ immediately. Right after, the friend request popped up again: “Trust me, I’m trying to help you.” After I declined it again, they didn’t give up: “David is going to take you on a trip soon, then he’ll make his move to get the insurance money.” Even though they sounded convincing, I didn’t buy a word of it. Our relationship, David’s and mine, wasn’t something a stranger’s few words could shake. I really wanted to type back a furious reply, but just then, I heard the front door open. David was home. I put my phone down and went to greet him, deciding to ignore the weird message for now, though I couldn’t shake the bad feeling. “Honey, you must be tired from work. The baby and I missed you so much at home.” As I spoke, I gently touched my belly. David set down his briefcase and walked over with a smile, pulling me into a half-hug. He’d always spoiled me, and since I got pregnant, he wouldn’t even let me cook dinner; he’d come home and make it himself. “What do you feel like eating tonight, sweetheart?” “Anything you make, I love it all,” I replied sweetly. I really was so happy with him. “How about some porridge then?” “Sounds good.” I leaned against the doorframe, watching his every move. Touching my belly again, I truly felt like the happiest woman in the world. Then, that mysterious friend request flashed in my mind, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of annoyance. Could someone be jealous of my happy life and trying to mess things up on purpose? The thought made me even angrier. I wanted to vent to David and get it off my chest. Just then, David finished rinsing the rice and put it in the pot. He washed his hands and saw me standing by the doorframe, so he walked over to me. His eyes were just brimming with love. With one hand on my waist, he guided me forward. “Why are you standing here? You’ll get tired. Go sit in the living room; the porridge will be ready soon.” “I just want to look at you more,” I whined playfully, letting him gently guide me to the living room sofa. David picked up a fruit knife from the table, intending to peel an apple for me. Even though I said I didn’t have an appetite, he insisted: “Even if not for yourself, you have to eat some fruit for the baby. That way, our little one can grow up healthy.” I thought David made perfect sense and nodded obediently. That’s how much David loved me, he spoiled me like a princess. “Oh, honey, I wanted to tell you earlier about…” I was halfway through complaining about the friend request when David cut me off. He looked at me with sudden excitement, as if something just occurred to him: “Sweetheart, how about we go on a trip next week?” “Huh?” I was stunned. Then he quickly followed up: “The company gave me a perk—a two-person trip to Bali! It’ll be so romantic. We never even went for our honeymoon, so this time we can really enjoy ourselves.” “Oh, and I know of a really fun spot in Bali. I’ll look it up right now…” David finished speaking, shoved the peeled apple into my hand, and grabbed his phone to start researching. I looked at the apple in my hand, then at his incredibly excited face, and just froze. Why would he suddenly bring up a trip? Before, David had always told me to rest at home and avoid going out too much during my pregnancy. Now he was suggesting a trip, and to such a far-off place? The words from that SnapChat message earlier flashed in my mind, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. David noticed my change in expression and came closer, gently patting my shoulder with concern. “Honey, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?” Looking at his smiling eyes, I involuntarily flinched. “N-Nothing… I’m fine.” “Are you sure nothing’s wrong? Do you want to see a doctor?” David continued to respond tenderly. But my skin just crawled. Was all his tenderness and thoughtfulness a facade? “No, really, I’m fine. I just didn’t sleep well last night.” I forced down my panic, trying to put on a calm smile, just spouting a casual lie. David didn’t press further. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Then make sure you get some good rest after dinner. I’ll tuck you in, okay?” “Okay…” David usually tucked me in, it was one of our little marital traditions. Normally, I loved it, but now, hearing him say it, all I felt was resistance. During dinner, David clearly noticed my distraction, but he didn’t say anything, probably still thinking I hadn’t rested well. Watching him walk off to take a shower, I let out a shaky breath, immediately pulled out my phone, and added the mysterious person. “Who are you, and how do you know David wants to kill me?” My fingers trembled as I typed. There was no immediate reply. The minutes felt like hours. “Heh, what, you believe me now?” His tone was mocking. “Cut the crap. Why do you say David wants to kill me? Do you have proof?” I didn’t waste time with him, cutting straight to the chase. “Who are you really?” My fingertips trembled as I typed. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that David will kill you during your Bali trip for that accidental death insurance payout.” He knew David was taking me to Bali! I was utterly shocked! My heart was pounding, but when I replied, I tried to sound defiant. “Ha, you think I’d believe you? My husband and I are deeply in love; David would never do such a thing!” Even as I retorted, my stomach started churning. “You really trust your husband that much?” “Heh, if you want to bet on it, we’ll see.” Reading his message, I couldn’t help but shiver. I couldn’t gamble with my own life. Better safe than sorry. Did David really want to use my life to defraud insurance? I immediately started looking into any insurance policies under my name. If David had actually bought one for me, it would definitely be traceable. In the few days leading up to the trip, I tried to act normal, but secretly, I began investigating insurance information. I searched almost everywhere, but there was absolutely no insurance under my name! “Seriously, what a psycho!” I couldn’t help but curse. I really didn’t know who was playing such a sick joke, pulling such a damn prank. If I found out who it was, I’d never let them off the hook!
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