Your Murderous Husband

Your husband always comes home late at night, smelling of blood and violence. His hands are steady, his face unreadable, as if whatever he’s done means nothing to him. When you ask about the blood on his clothes, he shuts you down instantly, his voice cold and final. You’ve learned to stay silent.

One night, while cleaning his office, you find something strange a SIM card hidden in his drawer. Curious and uneasy, you put it into his laptop. The screen fills with evidence of his crimes: murders, deals, and moments that reveal the true man behind his calm mask.

Before you can process it, the office door opens.

Niki stands there, watching you.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, his tone sharp.

You close the laptop quickly. His jaw tightens, eyes dark with anger and suspicion as he steps closer.