My Husband Cut My Brake Lines To Steal My $5m Inheritance. The Next Morning, His Sister Demanded To Borrow My Car. I Let Her Take It. Am I The Monster?
Having just come into a $5 million inheritance, Olivia planned to drive home to visit her parents in the Poconos. She turned on her car’s dash cam and discovered that Ethan, her husband, had cut the brake lines.
Olivia pretended not to know, handing the car keys to her sister-in-law to go on a trip with her boyfriend. Three hours later, the state highway patrol called. Ethan’s entire family screamed hysterically, collapsing to the floor.
The digital clock on the nightstand flashed 3:00 a.m. A dim red glow cast shadows on the ceiling like blood stains. Olivia’s throat was parched, bitter as if she had swallowed a handful of ash.
An invisible unease tightened its grip on her chest, pressing down on her breath. Olivia shifted slightly, intending to reach out beside her for the familiar warmth of her husband, Ethan. But her searching hand was met only by a cold emptiness and the stiff, slick surface of the sheets.
“Where did he go?” Olivia asked herself.
Her drowsiness vanished instantly, replaced by a faint anxiety. Maybe he went down to the study to finish some paperwork. Lately, Ethan had been complaining that work at his construction firm was incredibly stressful.,
Olivia reached for her phone, planning to open the security camera feed in the living room to see if her husband was there. This habit had only started since she got a British Shorthair cat that loved to race around at night.
Olivia’s fingers danced across the touchscreen in the darkness. But perhaps because she wasn’t fully awake, she mistakenly tapped the dash cam manager app for the $200,000 high-end European SUV she had just bought last week.
Olivia had been planning to drive this car to the Poconos the next morning to visit her parents and consult with them about investing the $5 million inheritance she had just received from her childless aunt overseas. The phone screen lit up, displaying the view from the garage dimly lit by a yellow bulb.
The scene that followed made Olivia feel as if the blood in her body had frozen solid from head to toe. Ethan, the model husband she had trusted for so long, was lying on his back under her car.,
He wore a gray sweatsuit and rubber gloves. One hand held a small flashlight between his teeth, while the other wielded a pair of sharp steel wire cutters. His movements weren’t clumsy, but precise, cold, and without hesitation.
Every time the cutters were raised and then clamped down, a brake line—fragile yet holding Olivia’s life in its hands—snapped. Olivia clamped a hand over her mouth to stop a horrified scream from escaping her throat. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, but her heart felt as cold as ice.
Why? Why would the man who had slept beside her for 3 years want to kill her? Was the love he had shown all this time just a foolish act to cover his cruel ambition?
Just then, through the ultra-sensitive sound recording system of the expensive dash cam, which Olivia had secretly fitted with a backup battery for 24-hour recording, she heard Ethan’s phone ring. He took the flashlight from his mouth, answered the call, and put it on speaker, placing it on the cold cement floor so his hands were free to continue his vile work.,
The voice of a woman, sweet as honey but laced with a chilling cruelty, came through. “Honey, are you done yet? Our son and I can’t wait. My belly is getting bigger every day. Your son is kicking up a storm now. Don’t forget to clean everything up. That $5 million has to belong to our son. Your stupid wife has had her fun.”
Ethan tightened a bolt while laughing cynically. His voice echoed in the empty garage, piercing Olivia’s ears like a thousand needles driving into her head. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’m cutting the brake lines right now. Tomorrow she’ll be going down the steep mountain roads. When she hits that sharp turn, nothing can save her. Once she’s gone, her entire inheritance will fall into my hands as her legal husband. When that happens, I’ll bring you and our boy to live in this house.”
The phone in Olivia’s hand fell onto the soft comforter, but the sound felt like a clap of thunder in her heart. So all his concern these past few days—checking her car, telling her to drive carefully—it was all just preparation to send her to hell.,
$5 million, a son to carry on his name, and a beautiful mistress; that was everything he wanted. And Olivia was the only obstacle that had to be removed. Olivia lay back in bed, pulling the covers over her entire body.
She was trembling violently, not from the cold, but from overwhelming disgust and heartbreak. In the darkness, Olivia bit her lip until it bled to prevent any sobs from escaping. This physical pain was nothing compared to the gaping wound in her heart.
Tonight, the naive wife who trusted her husband had died. What rose in her place was a cornered woman with a heart full of vengeance.
The morning sun pierced through the curtains, illuminating the luxurious but cold bedroom. It chased away the night’s darkness but couldn’t warm Olivia’s frozen heart. Olivia sat at her vanity, staring at her pale face in the mirror.
The dark circles under her eyes were a testament to her battle last night against pain and hatred. Slowly, Olivia applied a thick layer of foundation to cover her exhaustion and a coat of deep red lipstick to give herself a false sense of energy.,
Taking a deep breath, Olivia descended the stairs, trying to make her steps as calm as possible. In the kitchen, the rich aroma of coffee mingled with the smell of fresh bagels, creating a picture of a peaceful family. But it was all a facade.
Ethan sat there, still in his crisp white shirt, holding the business section of the newspaper while whistling cheerfully. When he saw Olivia come down, he looked up and smiled warmly. As usual, his gaze was so gentle that if Olivia hadn’t seen what happened last night, she might have continued to drown in this fake sweetness.
“You’re awake, sweetie,” his deep, soft voice murmured. He pulled out a chair for Olivia. “I got your favorite bagels. Come on, eat up before they get cold. You’ll need your energy for the drive. The roads to the Poconos have a lot of steep descents. You be careful, okay?”,
Olivia stared at the steaming coffee. Her stomach churned, but she forced a smile and replied in a soft voice, “Yes, dear. So thoughtful of you. Did you check the car properly? I feel a little worried.”
Ethan paused for a moment, his eyes avoiding Olivia’s before returning to normal. “You worry too much. It’s a brand new $200,000 car, and I took it to the official dealership for another checkup yesterday. It’s perfectly safe. Don’t worry.”
