I Worked Three Jobs To Support My Paralyzed Mother-in-law. I Came Home Early And Found Her Dancing While My Husband Filmed Her. How Should I Get Revenge?

The Last Supper

On Saturday morning, the sky was clear but the atmosphere in the car was somber. Kevin had woken up early whistling as he packed, acting like the happiest man in the world. Helen saw us off at the door with a look that was a mix of curiosity and satisfaction, like someone watching a fattened animal before the slaughter.

“Have a good time, daughter-in-law. Be careful, don’t climb on any dangerous places. Don’t fall. My grandson is the most important thing. If something happens to you, don’t blame me.”

“Yes, Mom. I’ll be careful. You take care too,” I replied, forcing a smile.

Was she wishing me a good trip or warning me of the end her son had planned for me?

The car started. Kevin drove slowly, asking me every few minutes if I was okay. His excessive concern put me on high alert. Halfway there, he offered me a bottle of water that was already open.

“Drink some. It’s alkaline water, very good for pregnant women.”

I took the bottle. The seal was broken. Was there something in it? A sedative? A sleeping pill? I couldn’t risk it. Taking advantage of him overtaking another car, I pretended to drink but spilled some of the water onto a tissue. Then I dropped the bottle on the car floor.

“Oh, I’m so clumsy! I dropped it.”

“Never mind. I’ll drink when we get there.”

Kevin seemed annoyed but hid it.

“It’s okay. I’ll buy you another one when we arrive. Get some sleep.”

I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him glancing at me from time to time with a cold expression. He was checking if the supposed drug was taking effect. The soft music playing in the car sounded like a funeral march. I pressed my hand on my belly. This trip wasn’t taking me to paradise but into the wolf’s mouth.

After two hours, we arrived at Lookout Mountain Resort. It was on an isolated mountainside shrouded in fog, a beautiful but sinister place. Kevin had booked a secluded bungalow in the highest area with a view of a deep valley. It was the perfect place for an accident without witnesses or cameras.

“Do you like it?” Kevin whispered in my ear, hugging me from behind.

“It’s beautiful. Very peaceful,” I replied, holding my breath.

“Rest for a bit. I’m going to take a shower,” he said and went to the bathroom.

As soon as I heard the water, I acted. I quickly searched his travel bag. In a secret compartment at the bottom, I found a small unlabeled glass vial with a clear liquid, a pair of latex gloves, and some plastic shoe covers. Gloves for a romantic trip? The answer was obvious: he planned to drug me or make me slip with the liquid and push me into the void without leaving a trace.

I trembled. I quickly photographed the evidence and put everything back in its place. Just then, the water in the bathroom stopped. I picked up a magazine and pretended to read. Kevin came out wrapped in a towel.

“What are you reading, honey? We’ll have dinner later. I’ve reserved a very romantic table.”

“Yes, I was just looking at what to see around here,” I replied, smiling and meeting his gaze.

In his eyes, I saw a murderer disguised as a perfect husband. This would probably be the last dinner of our marriage.

Sitting across from Kevin in the candlelight, I wondered how a person could change so much. The man who was tenderly cutting my steak was the same one who hid poison in his suitcase, waiting for the moment to push me into the abyss. He poured wine for himself and juice for me. Before giving it to me, he held my glass for a moment.

“Let’s toast, honey. To our trip, to our son’s future, and to our eternal happiness.”

I looked at the juice. Did it contain something? I couldn’t risk it. I smiled, raised my glass, and toasted with him.

“Thank you, honey, for everything. I thought after so many problems we would never be the same again, but seeing you like this makes me so happy.”

Taking advantage of him drinking his wine, I pretended to drink my juice but spilled some on my dress.

“Oh, how clumsy! I’ve stained myself.”

While I dabbed it with a napkin, I poured most of the juice into it and put it in my purse. When Kevin put down his glass, mine was half empty.

“Did you drink it? Was it good?” he asked, watching me.

“Delicious, very sweet,” I replied, trying to calm my heart.