Fighting Back Against Husband's Murder Plot

My husband wanted to kill me to get insurance.

On my fortieth birthday, my frugal husband purchased a life insurance policy for me, covering up to 10 million dollars.

He explained, "Honey, since you're pregnant, we need to ensure the unborn child is protected. If anything happens to you, this insurance will safeguard his future."

However, this unexpected "gift" left me feeling uneasy, and we ended up in a heated argument over it. I posted the incident on twitter.

One comment caught my attention.

It was a screenshot of a post, and the content gave me chills.

[My wife is 40, and I'm buying her a highcost insurance policy, betting on an accident during a risky birth.]

[It's my compensation for my youth! And security for boys!]

I found the link to the original post shared by that user and saw it was updated just one minute ago.

[Friends, not only did that old woman refuse to sign, but she also drove me to the guest room to sleep. Who can understand my pain?]

This made my pupils shrink slightly as I glanced at the empty bed beside me.

Not long ago, I had impulsively sent Alex to the guest room after an argument.

Could it be such a coincidence?

I thought it over and decided to reply in a male tone.

[Haha, there's someone else who thinks like me. But I've got it covered. I'll teach you a trick to let her down. Prepare two insurance policies, one for you and one for her, and sign them together. That way, her risk is higher than yours, and in the end, you will benefit!]

Perhaps the poster was offline and didn't respond.

Instead, I heard a gentle knock at the bedroom door.

My husband, Alex's voice came from outside, "Ariana, I was wrong. Don't be angry, okay? I feel lonely without you. Come and hug me."

Alex and I had a big age gap. I was eight years older.

Normally, I would soften at his pout.

Unless it were a matter of principle, I would forgive him.

But this time, I found his behavior repulsive.

So, I pretended to be asleep and didn't respond.

A few minutes later, the door opened slowly.

Alex approached my bedside, sighed, tucked me in gently, and kissed my cheek.

He whispered, "Silly girl, it's okay to be annoyed with me. Why aren't you covered up? What if you catch a cold?"

As the door closed, I opened my eyes, tears welling up.

Would someone intending to harm me care if I caught a cold?

Perhaps I had misunderstood Alex.

With this feeling of guilt, I woke up early to make breakfast for Alex.

But unexpectedly, there was already visitor at home.

Noisy crackling sounds came from the kitchen, making me uneasy.

Sure enough, Alex's mother, Sarah, emerged with a bowl of steaming soup, smiling. "Ariana, you're awake! Come have some soup. I made it just for you!"

But I sensed something was off.

Sarah had always thought I wasn't good enough for her son and had often belittled me.

Why was she so attentive this time?

There must be a catch.

Sarah continued, "This secret recipe I found with great effort. Drink it. It will help you give birth to a son."

So that was it. Sarah wanted me to give birth to a son.

The bowl of soup was handed to me. It was black and gave off a terrible stench.

I tried to politely decline, but her expression soured immediately.

"You foolish girl, if you don't drink this, what if you have a daughter like you? No, you must drink this soup today!"

She reached out to force it into my mouth.

I struggled, and in the process, the boiling soup spilled on me, and the bowl shattered on the floor.

Just then, the door opened.

Alex's voice called, "Mom, Ariana, I'm back."

Sarah reacted sharply, collapsing to the ground and crying out, "I came here to care for your wife, but I'm treated like a bumpkin. She didn't even taste the soup I made and even splashed it on the floor. My life is so miserable."

Alex's face changed immediately.

Before I could explain, he slammed his briefcase to the ground and shouted, "Ariana, what's the meaning of this? Our quarrel is between us. Why take it out on my mom? You know she raised me alone with great effort, yet you still disrespect her. I regret marrying someone as evil as you!"

But when he turned to his mother, his tone softened. "Mom, Ariana is not sensible. So please don't hold it against her. Come, let me take you to your room to rest and calm down."

Sarah followed him out, still sobbing, leaving me alone in the living room.

A sharp pain shot through my arm, and I noticed my skin was red and blistered.

But Alex didn't see it.

He was so fixated on his mother that he failed to grasp the situation, blaming me entirely.

I wanted to call an ambulance, but my phone was in the bedroom. I picked up Alex's briefcase that he had thrown down, trying to use his phone.

Instead of the phone, I discovered two insurance contracts naming Alex and me as beneficiaries, each worth ten million dollars.

I stood frozen, my blood running cold.

The poster was truly Alex. He wanted me to die.

Hearing noise from the bedroom, I quickly stuffed the contracts back into the briefcase, wiped my tears, and feigned normalcy.

Luckily, Alex was focused on his mother's complaints and didn't notice anything off about me.

He glared at me.

"I'm taking Mom out for a bit. Clean up the mess you made and think about your actions."

The security door slammed shut, and the room became quiet again, but my thoughts were chaotic.

I couldn't understand why I was being treated this way.

I was older, financially stable, and had always taken care of everything.

I covered all our expenses, and while the property was in both our names, I paid for it entirely.

Despite agreeing before marriage not to have children, his mother continued to pressure us, and I tolerated it for his sake.

Then, during a critical time of promotion in my career, I accidentally got pregnant.

I hadn't planned on keeping the child, but Alex begged me to. I eventually agreed.

But all my efforts were treated like this.

Why was this happening?

Frustration and resentment surged within me.

I returned to my bedroom to pack my things, wanting to leave but feeling it would be too easy for them.

Instead, I found a hammer in the toolbox.

Looking around, I realized I had purchased most of the items in our home.

I was reluctant to destroy them, except for two things.

I raised the hammer and smashed Alex's prized computer and model without mercy.

Then I dumped out all the luggage Sarah had brought, poured the remaining soup over it, and stomped on it repeatedly.

Once everything belonging to them was in disarray, I grabbed my suitcase and left.

I wanted to divorce Alex.

I couldn't endure this life any longer.

With my luggage in hand, I decided to join my best friend, Vanessa.

We were the same age. Vanessa was now unmarried and worked at the same company. We maintained a cordial relationship.

I felt she would understand my situation best.

Upon arriving at her place, I explained everything, omitting Alex's attempt to kill me for insurance money.

However, her reaction surprised me.

Vanessa frowned.

"Ariana, I don't want to criticize you, but you've made a mistake.

"Alex's filial piety should make you happy, not angry.

"Perhaps your pregnancy hormones are affecting your mood. Just stay here for now."

I gripped my luggage tightly, frozen in place.

There was no comfort or shared anger, only accusations.

I hadn't expected Vanessa to speak to me this way.

I stared at her in disbelief, but she had already pushed my luggage into the bedroom.

She said, "What are you waiting for? Come on in."

I said nothing, took out my phone, and searched for a suitable house.

Because I had realized this wasn't where I belonged.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door.

Alex's voice came from outside. "Honey, let's go home and sort this out. Why did you run away from home?"

How did he find me? I hadn't told him where I was going.

Vanessa appeared behind me. "Ariana, I don't want to see you and Alex quarreling like this, so I called him. You won't blame me, right?"

She opened the door.

Outside stood Alex and Sarah.

Sarah coldly sneered, "You bitch, mesmerizing my son to the point he left me to find you."

Over the years of marriage, I had heard a lot of more vicious words than this.

I had always respected her as Alex's mother, so I had never bothered with her.

But now I decided to divorce Alex. Her opinion meant nothing to me.

I smiled and replied, "Compared to you, I'm not even close. Your ability to stir up trouble between your son and me is so impressive that outsiders might think you have ulterior motives for Alex.

"But don't worry. I'll soon be divorcing your son. You two can rely on each other and leave others alone."

Fuming, Sarah pointed at Alex. "Son, say something!"

Alex, knowing he was wrong, stammered, "Honey, don't say that..."

I looked at him and regretted loving him.

"Let's divorce today. I've had enough."

Alex exploded. "Ariana, have you considered the situation? I've been tolerating you for such a long time. But you want to divorce me over that little incident this morning!"

He didn't know I had discovered the insurance secret and thought I was upset over the argument with his mother.

Sarah added, "Alex, your wife bullies both of us. Not only did she destroy the house, but now she bullies you outside. Are you still a man? If you don't discipline this crazy bitch, I'll be embarrassed to meet your father!"

Alex was a man who was easily influenced. After hearing this, his expression darkened as he stepped toward me.