Chapter 2The Inheritors

That night, after Mark fell asleep, I tried to check his phone to see who the mistress was.

But he was guarding it like a dragon, sleeping with it tucked under his pillow.

So, I opened Reddit instead.

u/Throwaway123 had updated.

“Convinced the old ball and chain to sign the papers. The plan is perfect: once I’m abroad, I’ll fake my death and go no-contact. No need to send money home. In a few years, when my parents kick the bucket and the kid is grown, I’ll come back and collect the inheritance.”

The comments were full of praise, calling him a genius.

I couldn’t help myself. I created a burner account and commented: “Aren’t you afraid of karma?”

The replies came fast and furious.

“Karma? Being stuck with a boring wife is the real karma.”

“Bro, you clearly aren’t married. Domestic flowers never smell as sweet as the wild ones.”

Reading the toxic filth, I deleted my comment in disgust.

Mark slept soundly beside me, blowing little bubbles as he snored.

The more I looked at him, the more I hated him. I reached out and slapped him across the face.

He jolted awake. Before he could react, I hugged him tight. “Honey! Did you have a nightmare? It’s okay, I’m here.”

He touched his cheek, confused, muttered something, and was back to snoring in seconds.

Go ahead, I thought, grinding my teeth. Leave. Just don't expect to ever come back.