Author: Momo Chan

After arguing with my wife Charlotte, I just got out of the car to pick up a package. When I came back, my son Drake was gone. From that day on, I searched for Drake like a madman, living in guilt every single day. Charlotte pointed at my head and cursed: “Why don’t you just die? If we can’t find our child, we’re getting divorced!” From that day on, for four whole years, I gave up my career and life, searching for my child across the country 99 times, but every attempt ended in failure. Self-inflicted scars covered my entire body. I developed severe depression. Until the 100th time, I swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills. As I lay dying, I heard Charlotte talking with her childhood sweetheart Brown: “Charlotte, you’ve messed with him enough. When are you planning to tell William that the child was never lost? I can’t wait to see his expression.” Charlotte laughed and said unhurriedly: “No rush. This is what he gets for forcing me to abort our baby.” So four years of inhuman torture was just her way of punishing me. As she wished, this time I really died.

To be closer to Drake, I died in his nursery. Charlotte opened the bedroom door and found me absent, assuming I hadn’t come home yet. She turned and pulled Brown onto our bed together. Her tone was indifferent: “He probably believed some scammer again and ran off to the middle of nowhere.” Brown laughed loudly. “It’s not the first time. I’ve never seen anyone so stupid—he believes whatever scammers tell him.” “I remember once he ran into the mountains and almost didn’t make it back. When the police arrived, he was disheveled, holding a knife and going crazy. Three men were lying on the ground. I have no idea what happened.” As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature around Charlotte suddenly dropped. She pushed him away coldly. Brown realized he’d said the wrong thing and immediately circled her neck ingratiatingly, pressing his lips to her neck. “I won’t talk about it anymore, Charlotte. It’s been so long since we’ve been intimate.” Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his lips, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. “Don’t think I’m jealous. I just find him stupid.” “Back then, if he hadn’t been so controlling, I would never have divorced him.” “But he has a life on his hands. He deserves this suffering. He can’t blame anyone else.” With that, their clothes scattered across the floor. On this bed where we had made love countless times, the two of them became entangled passionately. I thought after death, people wouldn’t feel pain anymore, but my heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand needles. Back then, she was the one who knelt before me, holding me and refusing to let go. “William, don’t leave me. I was drunk that day and mistook him for you. I’ll take care of the baby. Please believe me.” But I didn’t forgive her. I insisted on divorce. Charlotte went crazy, dragging Brown to apologize to me, then went to get an abortion herself. My heart softened. After struggling for months, I finally forgave her. The price was being fooled like an idiot for four years. The ambiguous moaning continued until midnight. The breathless Charlotte finally seemed to remember me, frowning toward the door. “Where the hell did William go? He didn’t even send a message about not coming home.” She called me. After a few seconds of silence, my phone suddenly rang in the house. Charlotte’s whole body stiffened as she looked sharply toward Drake’s nursery.

A flash of glee crossed Brown’s lips as he pretended to be nervous: “When did William come back? Did he hear us already?” Charlotte quickly put on her clothes and walked toward the nursery. I followed behind them, coldly watching Charlotte hesitate to push open the door. Finally, with a creak. After pushing open the door, she walked to the bedside. I was covered with a blanket, my whole body curled up inside. Charlotte’s face alternated between pale and flushed. She thought I was deliberately ignoring her. “William, since you know, I have nothing left to hide.” “Yes, I took Drake away, but you were wrong first.” She glanced at me, her tone pausing: “As long as you don’t cause trouble, we can keep living like this.” After she finished, the air was silent for dozens of seconds. Charlotte’s face looked ugly. She sneered. “You’re playing dead with me? Fine, let’s see how long you can keep this up!” I coldly watched her curse at me in exasperation, my heart completely unmoved. I was even curious what expression she’d have when she saw my corpse. Charlotte soon slammed the door and left, but before long she returned, holding a four-year-old child by the hand. My eyes immediately widened. I recognized this was my child Drake. His eyes looked exactly like mine. Tears immediately burst from my eyes. I rushed over wanting to hold him, but futilely passed through his body. Charlotte’s voice was somewhat triumphant as she threw the child onto the bed. “I’ve been keeping him at my mom’s place all this time. Now I’ve brought him back. Are you satisfied?” With that, she and Brown left the house again. Bastard, this bastard! Leaving such a small child here alone! In the pitch-black room, Drake cried in fear. My heart felt like it was being cut by knives. I tried to comfort him despite my grief. “Drake, don’t cry, Drake, I’m here…” But I was too foolish. How could a person hear a ghost’s voice? Drake curled up beside me and cried himself to sleep. I looked at Drake with overwhelming love, tears falling in sorrow. He must be so scared and hungry. Even his sleeping face showed pain. Like this, I stayed by his side all night until the next day when he groggily sat up. His childish voice was filled with panic. “Grandma, where are you? I’m hungry…” He rubbed his swollen eyes and carefully glanced at my corpse beside him. After hesitating for a long time, he said softly: “Can you get up and find me something to eat?” “I’ll be good. Just a little bit will be enough.” After a long silence, he dejectedly got out of bed. Then he picked up a bottle from the floor. I instantly broke down—it was my sleeping pills. There seemed to be a few pills remaining inside. My heart immediately jumped to my throat. But Drake was overjoyed. “Candy!” He poured some into his hand and looked back at me. Ingratiatingly, he said: “I’ll only eat three pieces. I’m so hungry.” With that, he impatiently put them in his mouth. “No!” I screamed shrilly, rushing over to stop him, but it was completely useless. The next second, with a bang, Charlotte pushed open the door. The moment she saw what Drake was doing, her eyes nearly split with rage. She rushed over and tried to force it out of Drake’s mouth. “Spit it out, spit it out quickly!” Drake was so frightened he burst into tears. “Don’t hit me, I won’t do it again, Mommy, I’ll never do it again.” Only after she’d gotten everything out did Charlotte’s deathly pale face slightly ease. She looked at me, her eyes full of disgust. But before she could speak, Brown first accused me: “William, you’re being so irresponsible. The child is so small—you could have killed him.” “I know you resent Charlotte for deliberately taking the child away, but you can’t take it all out on Drake!” He brazenly humiliated me while Charlotte coldly looked on. But if they looked closer, they’d see my skin was dry and waxy yellow, my body already faintly giving off a foul smell. But I was disappointed in the end. After standing for a full three minutes, Charlotte still picked up Drake and left. She took Drake to lunch, but remained distracted the whole time. Charlotte opened her phone. It had been almost two days since I’d last spoken to her. For some reason, she was unusually anxious. Because I never gave her the silent treatment. Because I’d once told her: “When something happens, don’t run away. I like to solve things directly.” Even when I caught her cheating, even though I was devastated, I still didn’t retreat. Charlotte’s mind suddenly buzzed as she realized something might have really happened to me. She stood up abruptly, muttering to herself: “Something’s wrong. He’s not right.” With that, she turned to rush back home.

But Brown suddenly said: “I saw William get up to eat yesterday.” Charlotte paused and slowly turned around. She repeated: “He got up yesterday?” Brown nodded, his expression somewhat awkward. “Yeah, I talked to him but he ignored me and even told me to get out…” Charlotte’s face immediately became extremely ugly. She sneered twice and sat back down. “I knew it. He’s faking it. Looks like he was just pretending to love Drake all along. He almost killed Drake!” I floated above, smiling bitterly. I wasn’t faking illness—I was really dead. Watching the triumphant smile on Brown’s lips, I really wanted to know if he could still smile when the truth came out. I floated back home and stayed with my corpse for a few more hours. My phone suddenly made a sound. It was my mother. Not having received a message from me for two days, she must have sensed something was wrong. She called three times in a row before the ringing finally stopped. Sure enough, within half an hour, she rushed over. Breathing rapidly, face tense, she came in and went straight to the bedroom. “William, William?” Not finding anyone, she went to the guest room, finally entering the nursery. “Ah! William!” A shrill scream pierced the sky. The rest of the scene was too painful for me to watch. Mom cried inconsolably, holding me and rocking back and forth. “How could you bear to leave me alone! How am I supposed to live!” Several hours later, Mom took me away. When the door opened again, it was Charlotte reeking of alcohol. She pushed away Brown who was supporting her and headed straight for the nursery. “William, how long are you going to keep playing dead!” As her words fell, she froze in place. The bed was empty. I was already dead. Her heart spasmed twice. She sneered: “Can’t keep it up anymore? Now you’ve learned to run away from home! Then get lost and never come back.” She returned to the living room and plopped down. Brown curled his lip in disgust: “Walking away is one thing, but making the house smell so bad—it really makes me want to vomit.” Charlotte seemed not to hear. Something occurred to her and she walked to the bedroom, yanking open the closet. All my clothes inside were untouched. She instantly felt relieved. “I thought you had some backbone, but you didn’t even take your clothes. You just want me to come begging, don’t you? Keep dreaming.” She relaxed and even let Brown move in. “Since he doesn’t care, let’s see how long he can hold out.” I looked on coldly, my soul floating in the room. Over the next few days, Charlotte lived it up, taking Brown to all kinds of public venues. But she didn’t become happier—instead, she grew increasingly gloomy. Finally, on the seventh day of my disappearance, she couldn’t hold out anymore. She brought Drake back. She opened my Twitter and ordered Drake to call for daddy. Drake was frightened and didn’t speak. Charlotte’s face darkened as she roared: “Call him! Are you deaf? I told you to call for daddy! Do you hear me!” Drake’s fear reached its peak. He burst into tears with a wail. I was filled with rage, wishing I could flay her alive. Drake was only a four-year-old child. To torture me, she would do anything! “Daddy, daddy, daddy…” Charlotte got what she wanted and sent the voice message. “William, do you still want your child or not? Are you just going to let him cry like this as his father?” Brown came over and hugged her, his voice gentle: “Don’t be angry, Charlotte. Since he’s so heartless, why do you still care about him? This kind of person doesn’t deserve to be a father.” Charlotte was silent for a long time. She looked at her phone, which still showed no response. She couldn’t hold back anymore and directly called me. Once, twice, three times—nothing changed. Still no answer. With a bang, Charlotte smashed her phone.

Brown was frightened, not understanding why she was so angry. He just said with a trembling voice: “Charlotte, the child’s here. Don’t be angry. At worst, divorce him. Why make yourself suffer?” The word “divorce” seemed to sting Charlotte. Her eyes turned bloodshot. She suddenly laughed. “Divorce? Wouldn’t that just let him off easy?” She took a deep breath, picked up the phone with its screen shattered to pieces, and called my mom. After a long ring, my mom answered in the last second. Before she could speak, Charlotte said urgently: “Mom, where did William go? I want to talk to him.” Mom’s voice was hoarse, each word seeming to burst from her throat one by one. “You bastard, you’ll never see him again in this life. Are you satisfied now?” Charlotte was stunned, not understanding what she meant, but before she could speak, the call was disconnected. Charlotte’s face flushed red. She cursed and opened my chat window, typing viciously: “William, you don’t want to live like this anymore, right? Fine, I’ll grant your wish. Get your ass back here and I’ll divorce you!” Still no reply. Hearing she wanted a divorce, Brown was so happy he couldn’t contain himself. He immediately ran to the bedroom to look for documents. But just as he ran out, he saw Charlotte pick up the still-sobbing Drake. She rushed out the door. “Charlotte, where are you going? Charlotte!” Charlotte didn’t look back as she floored the accelerator. I floated to the back seat to accompany Drake, my heart filled with hatred. “Bitch, driving so fast—where are you going? Aren’t you afraid of an accident? Aren’t you worried about Drake getting hurt!” But soon I knew her destination. Charlotte stood breathlessly at my family’s door, pounding on it viciously. “William, open the door! I know you’re in there! Don’t be a coward—if you have something to say, say it to my face!” With a creak, the door slowly opened from inside. Charlotte’s angry expression hadn’t faded when her whole body froze in horrified shock.

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To earn some extra money for the household, I secretly opened an online sex toy shop without telling my wife Victoria. I hoped that once I made enough money, I could surprise her. Especially on Valentine’s Day, I had dozens of pre-orders lined up. I packed and shipped everything early, but I never expected the first order’s delivery address to be my own home. I was stunned. After checking the phone number and name repeatedly, I confirmed it was an order placed by Victoria! But Victoria was away on a business trip. She’d already been gone for a week. Worried about a mix-up, I called Victoria after careful consideration, deliberately using a video call. Three seconds later, Victoria answered right on time. The screen showed her inspecting a factory. The garment workshop was full of people, and the noise was constant. “What’s wrong, honey? Do you miss me? You’re calling me so early!” Victoria’s sweet smile instantly dispelled the dark clouds in my heart. I went along with what she said, deliberately walking outside so she wouldn’t see the shop I’d secretly opened. “Yeah, I miss you.” “Then say you miss me! It’s Valentine’s Day today. Shouldn’t you show me something?” “Of course I will.” I smiled, hung up the phone, and transferred $5,000 to Victoria to express my love. She quickly accepted it and replied with a kiss emoji, saying her flight would land tonight and she’d come home. After the transfer, I got even more orders. They kept popping up, and business was booming. I didn’t think much of the first order. I marked it as out of stock and contacted the buyer for a refund, thinking it was just a mix-up. But an hour later, another order came to my home address. The recipient was still Victoria, with the same phone number. She’d ordered several more items—things that rarely sold in my shop. They were more discreet and more expensive. At first, I got excited, thinking I’d landed a big order. But after I saw the address clearly, I felt uneasy. I thought Victoria had discovered I was running a sex toy shop and was deliberately placing orders to tease me. But when I called her again, it kept showing no one was answering. I had no choice but to mark it as out of stock for a refund and bury myself in other orders. But another hour later, another order came from the same address! This time was even more outrageous. She ordered fifteen bottles of liquid products and specifically noted that they should be delivered upstairs, with an additional tip promised. The tip wasn’t small either. As soon as the order appeared, several delivery drivers spotted it because she’d also selected express one-on-one delivery. Soon, several delivery drivers arrived at my online shop, urging me to pack and ship quickly. “Boss, hurry up! This is one-on-one express delivery, and the price is good! If I take this order, it’s worth more than two hours of my regular work.” I looked troubled and was about to mark it as out of stock when the delivery driver noticed. “Hey! Don’t mark it out of stock. No matter what you’re missing, you need to wait until I deliver it before you communicate with the buyer. I finally got such a good order.” “But I really don’t have enough stock!” “Well, there’s nothing we can do about that. You can refund the difference to them later! It’s fine. I’ve taken many orders like this. I know how it works.” Seeing the delivery driver was determined to deliver this order, I had no choice but to prepare the goods. As I packed the goods and handed them to the delivery driver, an idea suddenly came to mind. “how about this… I’ll give you another tip. You just need to help me with one thing after you deliver the goods!”

The delivery driver paused and looked at me thoughtfully. “Do what? Tell me first.” I smiled awkwardly and made up a lie on the spot. “To be honest, this address belongs to my friend’s house. I think he’s messing with me, deliberately causing me trouble! I want to ask you for a favor. After you deliver the goods, just secretly take a photo of the person who signs for it.” “No way! What if I get caught? The buyer will grab me and won’t let me leave. Wouldn’t that delay my work?” “It’s okay. You don’t have to photograph their face. Or you can just look and send me a message.” The delivery driver hesitated, then made an “OK” gesture at me. I nodded in agreement, and he immediately left with the goods, laughing as he walked, sharing with Victoria how much he was earning today. Twenty minutes later, the delivery driver privately messaged me with a line of text that startled me. “Signed for. There’s a woman there, looks about thirty years old! Dressed pretty sexy. She tipped me $200.” Someone was actually home? And it was a woman! My alarm bells went off immediately. Could Victoria have come home early without telling me? I had just lied to Victoria saying I needed to work overtime for a promotional sale and wouldn’t be done until at least midnight. Could she have taken advantage of this window to come home? But why would she order these things? An uneasy premonition spread through me. Faced with order after order popping up, I no longer felt any joy. I could only pack goods numbly like a robot. The questions in my mind confused me one after another. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, eagerly pressing the delivery driver for what happened next. “Didn’t you take a photo? Did you see anyone else in the room?” “I took a few photos, just a bit blurry, but you can still see them! I think there was a man in the room too, because there was a pair of men’s leather shoes in the living room. I photographed those too. I’ll send them to you.” “Ding dong” several times, and I received three photos from the delivery driver. The first two were photos of a woman wearing a short skirt and black stockings. Her face wasn’t visible, but her figure looked exactly like Victoria. Those black stockings were torn in several places. Even though the photos were blurry, I could see it clearly, as if something intense had happened in the room. The last photo showed the men’s leather shoes, neatly placed in my entryway. They looked expensive—a brand I’d never worn. The size and style clearly wouldn’t fit me. So… Victoria brought another man home? My head heated up, and my heart exploded. Combined with all the items Victoria had ordered, I was about to lose it completely! But then the delivery driver added another comment that made me even angrier. “Oh, by the way, when I went to deliver, I ran into another delivery driver. They seemed to have delivered sexy lingerie, and there was a large bouquet of red roses at the door. Looks like this woman is pretty popular.” I collapsed, slumping in my chair for a long time, unable to recover. With trembling hands, I thanked the delivery driver and added another $100 to the agreed tip as thanks. Now I completely lost my motivation to prepare and pack goods. I wanted nothing more than to grab my car keys and rush home. But soon more delivery drivers came, all urging me to process orders. After all, on a special day like this, suddenly closing the shop or marking everything out of stock would affect all three parties.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue, numbly preparing goods, packing, and shipping like a robot. I stayed busy for five hours straight. When I saw the online shop’s revenue dozens of times higher than usual, I didn’t feel that rush of excitement. I just felt heavy inside, as if a needle was stuck in my heart. During those five hours, Victoria didn’t call me back. She didn’t even send me a single message. When I finally sat down to catch my breath after finishing, my phone received another order. I opened it. It was my home address again, Victoria’s name and phone number again! This time she ordered some mechanical items—very wild and very private, and quite expensive. I really couldn’t understand what she was up to. Why would she order these things! Half a day had passed, and she still hadn’t had enough? This was getting ridiculously crazy! Now I wasn’t just in a state of collapse—I’d turned completely angry. I wanted nothing more than to grab a steel pipe, break down my door, and see what the hell was going on. Unwilling to give up, I called Victoria several more times, but still no one answered. That’s when I realized I might have been blocked. Soon after, that delivery driver came again, grinning from ear to ear. “Boss, you’re really lucky! Your friend keeps giving you business, literally throwing money at you! I got this order again—another $200 tip!” I couldn’t even force a smile. My hands were trembling. The delivery driver, still oblivious, kept urging me. “Hurry, boss! Won’t you do this money-making business? But is your friend playing too wild? Can they handle this all day?” I was confused too. It seemed I was the one who couldn’t handle it. I didn’t want to look at the shop anymore. I just wanted to rush home as fast as possible. Just then, the delivery driver suddenly gave a low cry. “Hey, boss! Your friend contacted me and asked me to help bring something.” “What thing?” “A suitcase. She specifically noted it should be red, 12 inches.” Didn’t she bring a suitcase when she went on her business trip? Why buy another one? What game was she playing? What suspense was she selling! Furious, I pinched myself hard to stay calm. I temporarily dismissed the idea of going home to look, wanting to see what Victoria was really up to. So I took out another $1,000 as a tip and basically hired the delivery driver for the rest of his day, hoping he’d help me see clearly when he delivered again. “Just do what she says. Buy whatever she wants. The tip won’t be small anyway. I have another favor to ask. After you deliver the goods, don’t leave right away. Stay downstairs or in the stairwell and help me see what she’s really doing.” The delivery driver hesitated, as if he’d seen murder in my eyes, and suddenly panicked. “You’re not going to do anything illegal, are you? Don’t drag me into trouble!” I shook my head. I had no choice but to tell the truth. “I’ll be honest with you! That’s my house. The person placing the order is my wife. I have to watch the shop right now and can’t go there. I can only ask you to help me see what she’s doing at home. Please!” “I’m willing to add another $200—$1,200 total as a tip. Don’t take any more orders after this. Just help me see clearly, okay?”

“Alright… but let me be clear upfront. I’m only responsible for helping you look. I’m not involved in anything else, and nothing has anything to do with me! You need to record a video promising me that no matter what happens, it won’t implicate me.” “I promise! I promise!” After some hesitation, the delivery driver agreed. After recording a video of my promise, he took the goods and left. Twenty minutes later, the delivery driver reached my apartment complex and messaged me. “I’m here. I’m going upstairs now.” A minute later, he sent me a photo of my front door, saying there was another bouquet of flowers at my door. I opened the image. Sure enough, there were now two bouquets at my door—clearly expensive. On Valentine’s Day, they were definitely high-quality, premium flowers, with prices doubled or tripled. But Victoria didn’t care at all. She just left them at the door without bringing them inside. I asked the delivery driver to check if there were any notes on the flowers or any other gifts. The delivery driver looked all around, even checked the garbage bag at the door, but found no trace of anything. Before the delivery driver knocked to deliver the goods, I video-called him, telling him to act natural holding his phone, mute it, and let me see the scene to see who was actually inside. The delivery driver did as I asked, pointing the camera at my front door. The moment the door opened, my heart jumped to my throat, as if it was about to burst out of my chest! I was incredibly nervous, covering my chest and taking deep breaths. Sure enough, I saw someone in my home, and there was a pair of men’s leather shoes in the entryway. Soon, a familiar figure walked out from inside. But I couldn’t see her face. The delivery driver was also nervous, not daring to raise the camera. I could only hear a woman’s gentle voice. “You’re a bit late this time, but it’s okay. I’ll still give you a good review. By the way, did you bring what I asked you to get?” I was shocked… The voice was identical to Victoria’s! Now I completely lost control. I slammed my fist hard on the table and continued listening to her conversation with the delivery driver. “I brought it. I bought a 12-inch red suitcase like you said, and the things you ordered on the platform—I brought everything.” “Good. Wait a moment. I’ll get your tip.” “Okay. This stuff is kind of heavy. Let me help you carry it inside.” To let me see clearly, the delivery driver deliberately held his phone upright against his chest. I could clearly see the furnishings and layout inside—it was definitely my home, exactly the same! As soon as he entered, I could see our wedding photo hanging in the living room. Absolutely no mistake. Victoria’s clothes were scattered on the sofa, along with a strange man’s suit jacket and pants. Through a crack in the half-open bedroom door, I could vaguely see a shirtless man moving around inside. A minute later, Victoria finally came out, handing several hundred dollars in tips to the delivery driver, telling him not to talk about this. The delivery driver accepted the money with both hands and bowed to Victoria in thanks. As he bent down, the phone camera captured Victoria’s face, and I saw it crystal clear! This was definitely Victoria! At that moment, my heart shattered like debris. I had to accept the fact that Victoria was cheating. At midnight, I returned home exhausted. I’d already drunk two bottles on the way. Dizzy and disoriented, I opened the door, planning to confront Victoria and ask for a divorce. But when I entered, there was no one home. It was completely quiet all around, with no trace left behind. Just as I was puzzled, the door opened shortly after. It was Victoria, pulling her suitcase, walking in exhausted. She said she’d just gotten off the plane and took a cab home. As for what happened during the day, she acted as if nothing had occurred. I was about to question her, but when I saw the suitcase behind her clearly, I broke out in a cold sweat…

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