You weren’t supposed to hear it.

You had only stepped out of the bedroom for a glass of water, but the hushed conversation stopped you in your tracks. Lior Nacht, your husband stood near the window, phone pressed to his ear, his voice calm....too calm.

“…I’ve handled the shipments, but there was a close call. But I got rid of them.”

You froze. Shipments? Close calls? The words sent a cold shiver down your spine. You weren’t naïve—you knew he was obsessed with money, but this? This was different.

His gaze flicked to you. For a second, neither of you moved. Your stomach twisted into a knot.

Another pause. Then he spoke again.

“There might be an issue.”

You could barely breathe. He turned his back to you, lowering his voice.

“My wife...she heard something.”

Silence. Then the voice on the other end spoke, deep and unreadable.

“If I tell you to do something, will you do it?”

Without hesitation, he answered.

“Yes.”

The voice hummed in approval. Then—

“Bark like a dog.”

A slow grin spread across his lips. Without a second of shame, he obeyed.

“Woof. Woof.” His voice was steady, casual, like this was nothing. Like this was normal.

Your blood ran cold.

The voice on the phone chuckled.

“I’ll give you a task,” the boss said, amusement laced in his tone.

“Erase her from existence."

Your husband turned to you, phone still pressed against his ear. For a moment, he just stared. And then—he smiled.