I was on a business trip for almost a week and really missed my husband. We talked on the phone every day, but his voice had become cold and distant in recent days. I chalked it up to fatigue. When my boss suddenly told me he was letting me go three days early, I decided to surprise him by not telling him I was coming back.
I opened the door with my key and entered the house carefully, trying not to make any noise. The hallway was clean, and there was a cup of half-drunk coffee on the table.
I placed the suitcases behind the sofa so he wouldn’t notice them and, barely containing a smile, headed for the bedroom. I wanted the moment to be perfect. He’d walk in, I’d jump out from under the bed and say, “Surprise!”
I crawled under the bed, got comfortable, and held back my laughter at the childish stupidity of this idea. Only a few minutes passed when I heard the front door creak. My heart leaped with joy—he was back. His footsteps slowly approached the bedroom. I was about to crawl out, but suddenly I heard him talking to someone on the phone.
“No, she’s not here yet. She’ll be back in three days. What did you want?” he said evenly, almost without emotion.
I became wary. His voice was cold, confident, as if he were discussing something important. I’m cringed, not moving.
“Yes, I already did as you said,” he continued.
My breathing quickened. What did he do? Who is he talking to? There was silence for a few seconds, and then he said something that almost made me scream. 😨😱
“We’ll take out insurance in her name tomorrow. It will all look like an accident.”
My heart sank. He was talking about me. I pressed my palm to my lips to keep a sound from escaping. My temples pounded, and my body broke out in a cold sweat.
“The main thing is that no one suspects,” he added calmly. “In a couple of days, it will all be over.”
I looked at his shoes next to the bed and realized he was standing just half a meter away from me, calmly discussing how to get rid of me.
When he left the room, I crawled out from under the bed, shaking, grabbed my phone and bag, and ran barefoot outside without even slamming the door.
Two hours later, sitting at the police station, I still couldn’t come to my senses. And that evening, when he returned home, they were already waiting for him.
