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 Uninvited Guest

He attacked again, pushing me towards the edge of the cliff. My feet slipped on the wet grass. The abyss was at my back. I knew I couldn’t compete in strength. I needed help. I took a deep breath and screamed with all my might.

“Amber! Did you hear that? He wants to kill me! Do you want to be next?”

My scream echoed through the mountains. Kevin stopped, bewildered. He didn’t understand who I was talking to. And in that instant, from behind a rock, a figure appeared. It was Amber, heavily pregnant, panting from the effort of climbing the hill. She wore a bright red dress and held a phone, recording with the flash illuminating Kevin’s face.

Kevin was petrified, his mouth agape, unable to speak. The vial fell from his hands and shattered. He looked at Amber, then at me. His expression went from fury to panic.

“Amber? What… what are you doing here?” he stammered.

Amber didn’t answer. She lunged at him, hitting him with her designer purse, screaming and crying.

“Monster! Murderer! You were going to kill your wife! You lied to me! You said you were just getting a divorce!”

It turned out that Amber, though greedy, had never considered murder. She wanted money, status, not to be an accomplice to a crime. My message and what she had just seen had awakened her deepest fear. If Kevin could kill the woman he had shared three years with, what would stop him from killing her and her child one day?

“Calm down! Let me explain!” Kevin tried to defend himself, but Amber’s appearance had disarmed him.

“Explain what? I heard everything! The million-dollar insurance policy! You’re a devil! I’m calling the police! I don’t want to live with a murderer!”

“Shut up!” Kevin yelled, grabbing her arm, desperate. The beast in him resurfaced. “If you call the police you’ll lose everything! You think you have nothing to do with this? Where do you think the money I supported you with came from? You’re an accomplice too!”

I watched the scene impassively. The two traitors were destroying each other. The show was about to end. I adjusted my clothes, took a step forward, and my firm voice cut through their shouts.

“That’s enough. You don’t need to argue anymore. The police are already on their way.”

They turned to look at me. Kevin looked like a ghost. Amber was trembling. At that moment, the beams of flashlights appeared on the path, followed by hurried footsteps.

“Police! Stop!” the voice echoed.

It was the two private detectives I had hired, along with resort security and several state troopers. They swarmed Kevin and pinned him down, cuffing him. The metallic click of the handcuffs closing was the end of his freedom and his dreams of wealth.

Kevin was held on the ground pleading,

“Chloe, my love, save me! It was a mistake, a moment of madness!”

I looked at him without compassion.

“It wasn’t madness, Kevin. You planned everything very carefully. You just made one mistake: you underestimated the woman you despised. She knows how to fight back too.”

Amber, to the side, trembled pale clutching her belly. She looked at me, tried to say something, but lowered her head in shame and fear.

The state troopers and security team pinned him down, pushing his face into the cold damp grass. The sharp metallic sound of the handcuffs snapping shut on his wrists ended his freedom and his delusions of grandeur. Kevin struggled shouting,

“Useless denials! I didn’t do anything! We were just arguing! You’ve got the wrong guy!”

I stood silently by the cliff’s edge, the mountain wind whipping through my hair. I looked at the man I once called my husband writhing on the ground. I felt no satisfaction, only a profound sadness. I approached the lead officer and with a trembling hand I pulled the tiny, still-active recorder from my bra. Its red light blinked like the pulse of justice.

I said in a firm but clear voice,

“Here is the proof, officers. It contains his entire confession, his plan to kill me and collect the insurance money. And there’s more.” I pointed to his travel bag lying nearby. “In the secret compartment, there’s a vial of a sedative and the gloves he was going to use. I also saved a sample of the water he gave me in the car. I’m sure it contained a sedative.”

Hearing this, Kevin collapsed, staring at me as if I were a stranger. He couldn’t believe that the woman he considered a foolish easy target had set such a meticulous trap for him. Amber, standing nearby pale and trembling, was also taken to the station for questioning as a witness and a person of interest.

I watched them lead Kevin away, hunched over, his head down. He had bought a million-dollar life insurance policy for my life, but all he got was a prison sentence and the scorn of society. Money, status, mistress—it all vanished like smoke on that mountaintop.