I found out that my husband was trying to kill me

Chapter 2 The Plot

I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but I kept listening. My husband was sweet-talking that young woman on the other end, saying, "Don't worry! I'll be getting a divorce soon, but right now, I'm up for a promotion. The company chairman cares a lot about family stability in his employees. Once I'm promoted, I'll leave her, I swear!"

The young woman quickly fell for his words, and soon enough, they started a video call.

Their conversation grew more and more explicit until they ended up shamelessly engaging in virtual intimacy.

Listening to those sounds, realizing my husband was with some young girl on the very couch I'd chosen for our home, I felt my stomach churn. I nearly threw up.

The truth hit hard—I'd believed he loved and protected me, but he was nothing more than a heartless monster.

I stumbled back upstairs, locked the decorative door behind me, and lay down in bed. That night felt endless.

He never came up, not once.

For the first time, I hadn't finished the supplement, and that's when I realized: he wasn't checking on me at night or genuinely caring for my health. He'd been putting on a show this whole time.

As dawn crept in, I lay there exhausted, my whole body weak. When my husband came to wake me, he barely looked at my tired face, giving me the usual good-morning greeting and telling me to rest up.

After a moment, I said, "Lately, I feel weaker and weaker, like I have no energy left. Do you think... I might be dying?"

I watched his reaction closely as I spoke.

Immediately, he looked annoyed and snapped, "What nonsense! Don't even think like that. You're going to be fine! Remember, we promised each other forever."

He put on a good act, but I know him too well.

Whenever he lied, his eyes drifted upward, and he fidgeted.

All those things he said about growing old together and wanting me to be healthy—they were lies.

As soon as he left, I went straight to the storage room, took the stray dog's body to the pet hospital for testing.

Within an hour, the results were back.

The stray dog had died from an unknown substance, compounded by its poor health.

Holding the report in my hand, I couldn't lie to myself anymore.

My husband wanted to kill me.

Why? Was it because of that young woman? Or did he just want to keep me from claiming any of his assets?

But at that moment, I knew exactly what I had to do. I was going to get revenge.

My husband was going to pay.

I went to a doctor I trusted at a reputable hospital—not one of those private clinics my husband always insisted on.

He used to say those clinics offered better care and even paid extra for special services, but now I saw it was all a setup to keep me in the dark.

The doctor started me on a new treatment plan to restore my health.

Then, I replaced all the supplements at home with a custom-made solution that looked and smelled exactly the same.

Each night, I drank his "supplement" as usual, pretending to feel drowsy and fall into a deep sleep.

But day by day, I could feel my strength returning.

During the day, I'd put on makeup to make myself look pale and weak. A month went by, and he didn't notice a thing.

It was almost funny—he truly didn't care.

Three months later, I finished the last of the supplement. My husband seemed thrilled, and I made a show of complaining about the taste, suggesting I stop taking it for a while.

He happily agreed.

He was celebrating, thinking I'd be dead soon.

But he was wrong.

My health was back, and it was time to start my revenge.

I scrolled through my contacts, found a number, and made the call.

The next day, a pretty young woman stood in front of me in the villa.

I'd asked a distant cousin for help, and she, from a poor mountain village, eagerly brought her daughters and a few neighbors for work.

I only kept this one girl.

She was dressed plainly, her clothes faded and worn from years of use. She couldn't even look me in the eye, too shy and intimidated.

I'd met people like her before—humble, with little education and no formal qualifications. They may be worn down by life, but they're incredibly resilient.

Just like her.

"Hey," she said softly, glancing up at me nervously.

I calmly leaned back on the couch, tapping my fingers on my crossed legs as I took a sip of water.

"Do you know why, out of all the others, I only kept you for work?"

The empty villa echoed with my question.

Her face was pale, but her eyes were bright.

"The others are too vain, but I'm plain. I'd never try to attract your husband's attention."

"No！"

I interrupted her.

"I chose you for one reason..."

"To seduce my husband."