I accidentally stumbled upon my husband's search history on his phone. The top query read: "How to make your wife die accidentally during childbirth?" I touched my seven-month pregnant belly, a cold sweat breaking out across my back. 01 It was evening, and my husband was taking a shower. I was in the living room, putting together my hospital bag. My phone was dead, so I instinctively picked up his to look up some labor preparation tips. But I accidentally swiped into his search history. Two queries instantly grabbed my attention: "How to make a pregnant woman die accidentally during childbirth?" "Inheritance order after the accidental death of a spouse?" I froze on the spot, thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me. I checked again and again, but it was real. He had actually searched for this. But why? Why would he search for something like this? I rubbed my seven-month pregnant belly, a chilling wave creeping up my spine. "Honey, I forgot my towel! It's in the cabinet, can you grab it for me?" my husband yelled from the bathroom. I hesitated for a second, then quickly deleted those two search queries before setting his phone down. I got up and fetched his towel. The moment he stepped out of the bathroom, he immediately picked up his phone and checked it. I saw a visible wave of relief wash over his face. He rubbed his hair with the towel and asked, "Honey, are you washing your hair tonight? I can help you." "N-no... no thanks," I cleared my throat. "I feel a little chilled. I think I'm just going to go to bed." With that, I got up and walked toward the bedroom. Hearing that I felt chilled, he immediately followed me, asking a dozen concerned questions. He reminded me that I was in my third trimester and needed to be extra careful with my health. Looking at this incredibly attentive, thoughtful man in front of me, I couldn't possibly connect him to the horrifying search history on his phone... 02 My name is Chloe, and I've been married to Mark for almost two years. It's his second marriage; he has a six-year-old son from his previous marriage who lives with his ex-wife. This is my first marriage, and I'm currently seven months pregnant. Perhaps because it was his second marriage, he treated me exceptionally well. He never let me do any chores; he even hand-washed my underwear. Since I got pregnant, he's taken care of me meticulously. Now that I'm in my third trimester, my whole body is swollen, and I can't even bend over. Every day, he brings me a basin of warm water to wash my face and feet. All our friends and relatives envy me for finding such a good husband. He even insisted on scheduling a C-section for my delivery because he was terrified of me being in pain, and he already booked a luxury postpartum care center for me... I couldn't understand it. Why would a universally praised "perfect husband" secretly search for something so sinister? I couldn't sleep at all that night. Once I was absolutely certain he was in a deep sleep, I slipped his phone out from under his pillow. I opened the browser again, only to find that his entire search history had been wiped clean, and the browser was now set to incognito mode. When I used his phone earlier, it definitely wasn't in incognito mode. He must have changed the settings right after his shower. I combed through all his social media apps, transaction histories, emails, photo albums, and even his food delivery apps. I found absolutely nothing suspicious. It was too clean. It was as clean as a brand-new phone. The cleaner it was, the more paranoid I became. As I put his phone down, I suddenly remembered an article I read a few days ago about how many modern smartphones have a "Dual Space" or hidden operating system feature. I quickly grabbed my own phone and searched for his specific phone model. Following the online tutorial, I typed in the shortcut, and sure enough, a completely different operating system login screen appeared. But it required a password. 03 Mark and I had always shared the same phone passcode. He always said husband and wife shouldn't have secrets. And I had always believed him. But right now, staring at the hidden system on his phone, I felt completely helpless. I didn't know the password. I tried his birthday, my birthday, our anniversary... all incorrect. One more wrong attempt and it would lock me out for half an hour. Suddenly, a string of numbers flashed through my mind. I typed them in, and to my shock, it worked. With a soft ding, the phone unlocked. And I saw a completely different Mark. This system looked like the one he actually used every day. It was filled with traces of his real life: photos, texts, social media chats... I saw that he was still in constant contact with his ex-wife, frequently transferring money to her. His ex-wife kept reminding him to make absolutely sure I had a C-section, because once I was on the operating table, they could easily manipulate the situation... I saw his chat logs with an online lawyer, asking to confirm that if a wife dies, the husband is the primary inheritor of her estate... I saw him sending pictures of the massive life insurance policy he bought for me a year ago, calculating exactly how much payout he would get when I died... In an instant, everything made sense. A year ago, Mark suddenly bought two massive life insurance policies—one for him, one for me, naming each other as the sole beneficiaries. He said at the time, "Honey, I'm always on the road for sales, constantly taking flights and trains. I need to make sure you're protected." I remember crying and stopping him, telling him not to say such stupid things, that we would be together forever, for a long, long time. Tears blurred my vision. With trembling hands, I scrolled further down. Finally, his ex-wife asked him: [What if the baby in her stomach survives the birth? Are you going to get soft-hearted?] He swore up and down that absolutely wouldn't happen, claiming that his only child in this lifetime would be Leo. Leo. His six-year-old son with his ex-wife. The password I just used to unlock this hidden system was Leo's birthday. They were the real family of three. And I? I was just their stepping stone to a wealthy life in the city. I had a house, a car, and premium urban residency status... "Honey, what are you looking at?" Just as I was completely absorbed in the messages, the person next to me shifted. Mark was awake. 04 He propped himself up on his elbow, instinctively leaning over to see my screen. In that split second, a million horrifying scenarios flashed through my mind. If he realized I had discovered his secret, would he snap and try to kill me right here, right now? I was heavily pregnant; I stood absolutely zero chance against him in a physical fight. Over the two years of our marriage, he had meticulously won the absolute trust of all my friends and family, building an impenetrable "perfect husband" persona. If I died tonight, no one would even suspect him. "Honey, my stomach is really acting up," I said, putting one hand on my belly while my other hand quickly held down the power button on his phone to shut it off. "Your phone died. Can you help me find mine?" As long as his phone was off, he wouldn't know I had accessed the hidden system. He pulled my phone out from under my pillow. "Why is your stomach hurting? You're only seven months along. Did you eat something bad?" "I need to go to the bathroom," I said, snatching my phone from him and waddling as fast as I could to the master bathroom. I quickly locked the door. Trembling, I sent a text to my younger brother: "Come pick me up right now. Don't ask questions. Don't call me. Just come. NOW." Just as I hit send, a knock sounded on the bathroom door. "Honey, are you okay? Does it still hurt?" I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and tried to sound as normal as possible. "Honey, I suddenly have a huge craving for those spring rolls from that 24-hour diner outside the neighborhood. Could you go buy some for me?" It was a diner we used to sneak out to for late-night snacks all the time. He hesitated for a second, but agreed. I listened to him rustling around, putting on his clothes, and then heard the distinct sound of the front door closing. I didn't leave the bathroom immediately. I waited another minute to make sure he was gone, then stood on my tiptoes to peek out the frosted bathroom window. I saw him wearing a baseball cap, jogging toward the neighborhood entrance. I let out a massive breath of relief, unlocked the door, and hurried out. I called my brother while riding the elevator down. But the moment I stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, a tall shadow blocked my path. "Honey, where are you going?" It was Mark. He hadn't left at all. He had been waiting for me in the lobby the whole time. 05 It was dead silent. Even the streetlights outside had flickered off. I took a deep breath and carefully studied his expression. I didn't see any obvious hostility or suspicion. I forced myself to smile, walking up and looping my arm through his, just like I normally would. "Honey, I was so hungry, and you were taking forever, so I just came down to find you." He looked at me with a helpless, doting smile. "You little glutton. Who told you to skip dinner? I forgot my wallet upstairs, I was just about to go back up and get it." "I brought my phone, I can pay. Let's go," I said, steering us toward the neighborhood gate. The diner owner greeted us warmly, just like usual. While we were waiting for the spring rolls, my brother, Tyler, pulled up in his truck. I rushed over to him before Mark could react. "Is Dad okay? Is his heart acting up again? I'll come home with you right now." Tyler looked at me, completely confused. Mark had already walked over. "What's wrong? What happened to your dad?" I answered quickly, "It's nothing serious, just his old chronic issue acting up again. Honey, I'm gonna go stay at my parents' house with my brother tonight. You go home and get some sleep, you have work tomorrow." Saying that, I quickly climbed into the passenger seat of Tyler's truck. "Honey, it's so late, let me come with you," Mark said, reaching for the door handle. I quickly stopped him. "It's fine! It's just Dad's usual flair-up, I just need to check on him. Tyler's driving, what are you worried about?" Mark thought for a second, then nodded. "Alright. I'll come pick you up after work tomorrow." As the truck pulled away, I watched Mark's figure shrink in the rearview mirror. Only then did I finally let myself breathe. 06 On the drive, Tyler demanded to know what the hell was going on. Calling him in the middle of the night, telling him not to speak... I hesitated, but finally told him everything I had found in Mark's hidden phone system. Hearing it all, Tyler instinctively slammed on the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road. "Chloe, are you sure you're not mistaken? Mark treats you like a queen. How could he possibly do something like this? Is there a misunderstanding?" See? Even my own brother didn't believe it. Mark's "perfect husband" facade was flawless. If I died, absolutely no one would suspect him. "Do you think I'd joke about my own life?" I asked him. Tyler looked at my face, finally realizing the gravity of the situation. He gripped the steering wheel tight. "I'm going to go find that bastard right now and beat him half to death." I quickly stopped him. "Tyler, don't be stupid! We don't have any hard evidence right now. The chat logs are in his phone, he can delete them the second he suspects anything." "Then what do we do? We go to the cops." "It's useless. Without proof, they won't believe a pregnant woman claiming her husband is plotting to kill her. Tyler, take me home first. We need to plan this out carefully, and we can't tell Mom and Dad yet." Tyler agreed and drove me to my parents' house. Early the next morning, he sent me a link. It was a fake online legal consultation website he had a programmer friend build overnight. "Doesn't Mark love consulting lawyers online? Find a way to get him to visit this site. As long as he uses it, I can track his keystrokes and secure the evidence." I was impressed by my brother's speed. Using my marketing background, I ran a targeted ad for the website, then anonymously emailed the link to Mark's private inbox. Then, I had Tyler take me to my current hospital. I requested copies of all my prenatal records and immediately booked my delivery at a different, private hospital across town. Just as I finished the paperwork, I saw Mark's ex-wife, Sarah, walking into the hospital. She was holding Leo's hand as the kid skipped along happily. Behind them was a middle-aged man I didn't recognize. 07 Mark's ex-wife, Sarah, was actually a moderately famous mommy vlogger. She gained a massive following by documenting her daily life raising her son. Her son supposedly suffered from congenital heart disease, and she built her entire brand around the persona of a "strong, independent single mother holding up the sky for her sick child." If I hadn't seen those monstrous chat logs with my own eyes last night, I probably would have been moved by her brave, resilient mother persona too. Thinking of this, I instinctively pulled out my phone and recorded a video of the three of them walking into the pediatrics wing together. I followed them discreetly. They left shortly after getting Leo a routine check-up. Once they were gone, Tyler and I slipped a nurse a hundred bucks to get a copy of Leo's medical report. The report showed he was perfectly healthy. Leo didn't have any heart condition whatsoever. I tucked the report into my bag, planning to post it anonymously online later. When I got back to my parents' house, Mark was already there. He looked like he had just gotten off work, still wearing his company polo, carrying two expensive gift boxes. He looked like the picture of a polite, respectful son-in-law. That was exactly how he had fooled me. That polished, gentlemanly facade. I had demanded no ring, no house, and no car, marrying this divorced man purely out of love. When he walked in, he greeted my dad warmly, then pulled a bag of spring rolls from his pocket. "Honey, I know you were craving these last night, so I brought you some fresh ones." Then, he smoothly rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen to help my mom cook. Tyler was glaring at him with such intense hatred I had to drag him into a bedroom. I pulled two bottles of expensive liquor from my dad's cabinet. "Whether we get the evidence today depends entirely on you." Tyler immediately understood the assignment. During dinner, Tyler relentlessly poured drinks for Mark. Tyler works in corporate sales; his alcohol tolerance is legendary. He once drank an entire table of clients under the table. Under Tyler's relentless assault, Mark quickly surrendered, passing out face-down on the dining table. I grabbed his phone, unlocked the hidden system, and quickly AirDropped all the evidence files to my laptop. Just as I was about to put the phone back, Tyler snatched it from me. "Just getting his chat logs isn't enough. Let me leave him a little present." He typed furiously on Mark's phone, handed it back to me, and then installed an app on my phone. When I opened the app, I could see a live mirror of Mark's phone screen. He had installed spyware. 08 "A buddy of mine developed it. Just leave him a five-star review on the app store when this is over," Tyler explained. While we were doing all this, my parents were in the living room, completely unaware of what we were up to, so they didn't ask any questions. With everything secured, I compiled the medical report I got today, along with a covert audio recording of a pediatric cardiologist confirming the kid was healthy, into a video. I posted it anonymously to a gossip forum. Sarah was a well-known influencer. A video exposing her fake "sick child" grift instantly went viral. People started digging through her old videos, pointing out massive inconsistencies. The backlash was brutal. People accused her of being a sociopathic scammer, cursing her own child just for engagement and donations... Customers who bought the products she promoted started demanding refunds, threatening to sue her for fraud... In a matter of hours, her comment section became an absolute warzone. I sat in my old bedroom, scrolling through the comments and waiting. Sure enough, in the middle of the night, Mark's phone lit up in the guest room. It was Sarah. She was crying hysterically, begging him to look at the trending topics and asking what she should do. Mark panicked. He told her not to worry and that he was coming over immediately. The second Mark left my parents' house, I woke Tyler up, wanting him to drive me to follow Mark. "Chloe, you're heavily pregnant. It's too dangerous. I'll go alone. You stay here and monitor his phone screen." With that, Tyler grabbed his keys and rushed out the door. I went back to my room, my eyes glued to the phone screen. Aside from Mark opening his chat app to scroll through his old messages with me, he didn't do anything suspicious. As dawn approached, I still hadn't heard from Tyler. I was starting to get worried and was just about to call him when I heard a heavy thud from the living room. It sounded like something large had collapsed onto the floor. I threw my door open and gasped. My dad was lying flat on his back on the hardwood floor. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling, his limbs twitching sporadically. "Dad! Dad, what's wrong?!" I screamed, rushing over to him. My dad's eyes darted toward the phone lying next to his hand. His trembling finger pointed at the screen. It was playing Sarah's newest video. She looked pitiful, tears streaming down her face, holding up a stack of (forged) medical documents. She claimed she never lied, that Leo really did have a severe heart condition when he was younger, and that it had only recently been cured through surgery. She then claimed she knew exactly who was behind the "vicious smear campaign." And then, she displayed a photo of Mark and me. She stated that I was the homewrecker who destroyed her family, stole her husband, and now, jealous of her success online, was trying to ruin her life. She even leaked heavily edited chat logs between Mark and me from back when she and Mark were still legally married... Finally. She sobbed into the camera: [Chloe, you're younger than me, you're prettier than me. When you stole my husband and destroyed my family, I knew I couldn't compete. I wanted to die. Leo was the only reason I kept living. I only have him left. I don't have an education, I don't know how to speak eloquently, I just make silly little videos to earn enough to feed my son. Why won't you let us go? Chloe, I'm begging you, for the love of God, please spare us. I'll get on my knees for you, I'll beg you...] She literally got on her knees and bowed to the camera, crying hysterically, painting me as a demonic, sociopathic villain... The internet mob instantly turned on me. They cursed me for being a shameless homewrecker, wishing death on me and my unborn child... My dad had seen the video, suffered a massive stroke from the shock, and collapsed. "Dad, it's a lie, it's not what you think. Please don't panic, I'm calling an ambulance right now." I cried, grabbing my phone to dial 911. Just then, the front door clicked open. I thought it was Tyler coming back. I looked up, asking for help, but froze. Standing in the doorway was Mark. His face was darker than I had ever seen it. His pitch-black eyes churned with a terrifying, murderous rage. "You posted the video exposing Leo, didn't you?" he asked, stepping inside and locking the front door behind him. 09 "I don't know what you're talking about! My dad just had a stroke because of the video your ex-wife posted! I have to get him to the hospital!" I yelled, trying to support my dad's head while dialing 911. But Mark violently snatched the phone from my hand. "I asked you a question, Chloe. I want an explanation. Why are you framing Sarah?" He towered over me, looking down with cold, dead eyes. His gentle, caring husband persona was completely gone, replaced by the face of a violent stranger. I could clearly see the murderous intent in his eyes... Thinking about the chat logs where they plotted my death, I scrambled backward in sheer terror. "M-Mark..." "What's going on? Chloe, what happened?" My mom heard the commotion and hurried out of the master bedroom, pulling a cardigan over her shoulders. When she saw my dad twitching on the floor, her legs gave out. "Oh my god! Honey! What happened to you?!" Seeing my mom, the demonic look on Mark's face instantly vanished, replaced by his usual calm demeanor. He cleared his throat. "It looks like a stroke. Let's get him to the hospital." He stepped forward, reaching out to help lift my dad, but I subtly blocked his hands. "N-no need. I already called an ambulance." The paramedics arrived quickly, and my dad was rushed to the ER. Thank God we got him there in time. After emergency treatment, he was stabilized, but he remained paralyzed on his right side and needed to stay in the ICU for observation. Mark stayed by my side the entire time. He ran around paying the hospital fees, handling the paperwork, and comforting my weeping mother. Watching him, I almost convinced myself that the terrifying monster I saw in the apartment was just a hallucination. But only almost. I knew exactly how terrifying this man truly was. Tyler rushed into the hospital shortly after. When he saw Mark, he froze for a second. "How's Dad? He was perfectly fine yesterday, how did he suddenly have a stroke?" he asked me. "He's stabilized, but the doctor said the recovery will be brutal. He might be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life," I sobbed, unable to hold back the tears. Tyler swayed on his feet. He shot a dark glare at Mark, then asked me, "What caused it?" I didn't hold back. I told him everything about Sarah's retaliation video. The moment Tyler heard the full story, he spun around and delivered a brutal right hook directly to Mark's jaw. "You son of a bitch! Is this how you treat my sister?! Are you and your psycho ex-wife ever going to stop?!" Mark stumbled backward from the force of the punch. "Tyler, what gives you the right to hit me?! You framed Leo first! Sarah was just giving you a taste of your own medicine!" "Whether your 'son' is sick or not, or whether your ex-wife is a scamming fraud, YOU fucking know the truth better than anyone! You absolute piece of garbage! My sister was blind to ever marry you!" Tyler roared, launching a vicious kick at Mark's ribs. Mark hit the floor hard. He scrambled up, raising his fists to fight back, but I quickly grabbed Tyler's arm. "Stop it. Go home, Mark. Tyler is furious right now, don't push him." Tyler shoved Mark toward the elevator. "Get the hell out of here before I kill you." Mark cursed under his breath, wiped the blood from his lip, and stormed off. Once he was completely gone, Tyler pulled a thick stack of printed documents from his jacket. "This is what I found today." He explained that after he left the house at dawn, he tailed Mark all the way to Sarah's luxury apartment complex. But because he didn't have a resident pass, security wouldn't let him in. While he was pacing outside taking photos, trying to figure out how to sneak in, he spotted a middle-aged man pacing near the gate too. It was the same man we had seen with Sarah at the hospital. The man was clearly trying to see Sarah, but he was also being blocked by security. Tyler used his connections to run a background check on the guy. The man's last name was Miller. He was a wealthy real estate contractor. Turns out, he had been sleeping with Sarah long before she ever married Mark. Even after Sarah married Mark, she never broke it off with Miller. They had been carrying on an affair the entire time. After Sarah and Mark divorced, she and Miller practically moved in together. And Mark? He had absolutely zero clue this man even existed. "Leo's paternity is highly questionable," I blurted out instinctively.
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