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?

Edge of the Cliff

He started reminiscing about our old times, painting a bright future with the house and the child. He sounded so sincere that if I didn’t know the truth I would have believed him. But then his phone rang. He looked at the screen and silenced it. His face tensed.

“Why don’t you answer? It could be important,” I asked innocently.

“It’s an unknown number. Probably spam. Forget it, tonight is just for us.” He smiled forcedly.

The phone rang again. This time I saw the name on the screen: “My Love.” It was Amber. I knew my message had made her nervous. She was calling to check, or maybe she was already here. Kevin turned off his phone in frustration.

“There. No more interruptions. Eat before it gets cold.”

After dinner, Kevin looked at his watch impatiently. He looked at me strangely, wondering why I wasn’t showing signs of drowsiness, but his plan was still on track.

“Honey, the moon is beautiful. Let’s take a walk. Behind the restaurant, there’s a path that leads to a viewpoint over the cliff. They say the views are spectacular.”

I looked out the window. The night was dark and the fog was thick. That path—I had checked on a map—it was the most isolated area of the resort. No lights, no cameras, on the edge of a precipice. It was the place he had chosen to kill me.

“All right, let’s go for a walk,” I said.

I put on a shawl. I touched the hidden recorder in my bra and the tracker in my sneaker. Everything was ready. We went out onto the path. The mountain wind was icy. Kevin squeezed my hand, which was cold and sweaty. He walked fast, dragging me towards the chosen spot.

“Honey, slower. I’m pregnant. I’m getting tired.”

“We’re almost there. You’re going to love it.” He didn’t slow down.

As we went deeper, the fog thickened. We reached a bend with a rock wall on one side and the abyss on the other. Kevin stopped, let go of my hand, and turned to look at me. His face in the moonlight looked like that of a stranger, cruel and ruthless.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice echoing off the rock.

I backed away, scared.

“It’s nice but it’s cold. Let’s go back.”

“Scared? With me here?”

He approached, cornering me against the rock. He put his hand in his pocket where I knew he had the poison and gloves.

“You know, Chloe, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. The house, the insurance, my freedom… it’s all within my grasp.”

My heart was pounding, not with fear but with anticipation. It was the moment of truth. I needed him to confess everything.

“Honey, what are you saying? I don’t understand you,” I said with tears in my eyes.

The wind howled. Kevin stood in my way, his shadow covering me like a ghost. He started to laugh, a wild laugh that broke the silence of the night. He slowly put on the latex gloves.

“You don’t understand or are you playing dumb?” he hissed. There was no more “honey,” only contempt. “You think I love you? You think I want that child? I’m sick of your bitter face, of your obsession with work. I need money, Chloe. A lot of money to take care of Amber and my son, to live the life I deserve.”

I pressed myself against the rock, my hand on my belly, speaking loudly so the recorder would pick up everything.

“Kevin! You’ve been unfaithful? You want to leave me for her and our child? How could you?”

“Child? You think I bought that you’re pregnant?” He interrupted. “Whether you’re pregnant or not, you’re going to die today. Only with your death will I have everything. I took out a life insurance policy on you, Chloe. Half a million dollars, which with the accident clause becomes a million. A million you would never earn in your entire life. With your death, you will make your final contribution to this family.”

I took out a life insurance policy on you. That was the confession I needed. His motive for killing me. Rage overcame my fear.

“You’re a monster! If you kill me, aren’t you afraid of justice?” I shouted, activating the emergency signal on the tracker.

“Justice?” he sneered, approaching with the open vial. The chemical smell filled the air. “In this god-forsaken place, who will know I killed you? I’ll say you got dizzy and fell. I’ll cry. I’ll play the part of the heartbroken husband. Who’s going to suspect? My mother? She wants you dead more than I do.”

He lunged at me with a cloth soaked in the liquid. I dodged it and his hand hit the rock.

“You dare to dodge me?” he roared, enraged.