My Husband Planned A Romantic Anniversary Trip To The Blue Mountains. Then I Overheard Him At 3:10 Am Planning My “accidental” Death. How Do I Survive This Drive?

“So my nephew doesn’t die in vain. Liam was planning to use my nephew’s death as a cover to do something else later,” he said.

“What thing?” I asked.

He looked at me directly. His voice became graver.

“Yesterday my nephew overheard him talking on the phone with that woman. He didn’t just want to fake his own death. He also wanted to kill you,” he said.

I closed my eyes tightly, my breath catching. Ryan’s soul, his death, and my life all had been tied together in a chillingly cold plan.

“And what do you want from me? My nephew is dead,” I asked.

A look of pain crossed his face.

“But I don’t want the culprit to continue living peacefully. You are his next target. If you die, his crimes will be buried forever,” he said.

I clenched my hands, my voice low.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Work with me. Report him. Let’s bring everything to light. I’ve already given the evidence to the police, but your testimony about the plan in the mountains, about the other woman, will be the key piece,” he said.

I remained silent. In my mind, the image of my mother-in-law crying inconsolably at the hospital appeared, my father-in-law standing in the hallway, and Liam—the man who was once my everything. If I did what this man asked, everything would fall apart. But if I did not, Ryan would have died in vain. I would live in fear, and who knows, maybe that fateful mountain pass would still be waiting for me. I looked at him and nodded slowly.

“Okay,” I said.

He watched me for a long time, as if trying to memorize my face, and then he stood up.

“The police will contact you soon. From now on, be very careful. Liam is not one to give up easily,” he said.

With that, he turned and left the coffee shop. I was left alone in front of a cup of cold coffee. Outside, the traffic was heavy. The hospital was still a noisy world, oblivious to my own struggle between life and death.

I returned home, entering through the door with the most serene face I could fake. In the living room, Liam was talking to his parents. When he saw me, he looked up and gave me his usual tender smile.

“You’re back from shopping?” he asked.

I looked at him, feeling a storm inside, but nodded silently. Breakfast passed heavily. My father-in-law barely touched his food. My mother-in-law hardly ate. Liam was more attentive than ever, serving me food, asking if I was tired. Every one of his gestures only made me nauseous. Around noon, my phone vibrated. A short message from an unknown number.

“We have enough evidence. Be prepared. The first to be summoned will be your husband,” it read.

My heart raced. I looked up at Liam. He was on the balcony, talking on the phone with a faint smile on his lips. He probably still believed he had everything under control. I understood one thing: this game was no longer a simple chase; it was a battle between truth and crime, between a woman who was once submissive and a man capable of trading lives for money and freedom.