Abusive Husband's Plot Foiled

Perhaps it was due to some algorithm-driven suggestion, but six months later, now five months pregnant, I stumbled upon that video again.

To my shock, the same despicable individual had posted a new, even more vile comment just three days prior.

[How can I make my wife, who's five months pregnant, have a natural miscarriage? Here's the thing. I've been tired of her for a long time. If it weren't for her family's upcoming fortune from the land acquisition, I'd have left her ages ago. I was planning to divorce her as soon as the money came through, but now she's pregnant, and it's already five months along. I've tried every forbidden food recipe for pregnant women, but nothing works. I'm sick of it. Is there any way to make her lose the baby without anyone knowing?]

This was beyond monstrous. How could such a person exist in this world?

While I usually enjoy reading gossip, I tend not to engage in online arguments.

But this comment was simply too infuriating.

Perhaps it was my heightened emotions during pregnancy, but I felt both anger and curiosity surge within me. I clicked on the comment to read all the replies.

To my horror, I found myself witnessing a conversation between two shameless men, filled with the most malevolent ideas.

[I just wish she'd slip and fall down the stairs, lose the baby, and save me the trouble.]

[Exactly! But don't worry, even if she doesn't fall, there's no guarantee the baby will make it to term. Bad luck might mean she doesn't survive the delivery at all.]

[You can't rely on luck. But I heard there's a drug online you can mix into prenatal vitamins that will cause a miscarriage without her knowing. Not sure if it works, though.]

[Really? Got a link? Send it to me privately!]

These conversations were so vile that even casual readers couldn't stand it. They flooded the comments with outrage.

[May these two scumbags suffer a terrible fate!]

[Exactly! They deserve to rot for this. Let their poor wives be free of them.]

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As I read these comments, I was seething.

How could such dark, cruel people exist?

These men, whose wives were carrying their children and risking their lives to bring them into the world, were plotting divorce and financial gain, even contemplating the death of both mother and child. They were worse than beasts!

Fuming, I clicked on the profile of the person who had posted the original comment, eager to see what kind of person could be so vile.

Unfortunately, there was nothing of substance on their page.

I clicked on the profile picture, hoping to find some clues.

To my surprise, the profile picture was of a hand gripping a steering wheel.

He was showing off a flashy BMW emblem adorned with pink rhinestones—a clear sign that this was no decent person.

Wait a minute, pink rhinestones on a BMW emblem?

Last week, my mom bought me a black BMW, but I found it too corporate-looking, so I added a circle of pink rhinestones around the steering wheel emblem. Bruce had even teased me about how crooked the rhinestones were, saying it looked ridiculous.

But the rhinestones on this scumbag's profile picture were exactly like mine!

It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over me on a freezing winter day. My vision went dark for a moment.

But I wasn't ready to give up. My hands trembling, I zoomed in on the picture, trying to examine the details.

The scar on the back of the hand, the identical wedding ring on the ring finger, the sleeve of a plaid shirt peeking out.

All of these details told me that the man in the profile picture was Bruce Tuttle.

Bruce, who often shared funny videos with me on TikTok, said that laughter was good for the baby.

Could this really be Bruce's secondary account?

Was this man, who wished his wife would fall down the stairs and lose both her life and their child's, really Bruce?

I felt a sudden numbness sweep over my body.

This couldn't be true. It had to be a mistake. Maybe someone had stolen a picture Bruce had taken and posted it online.

Bruce loved me so much. His social media, whether on Facebook or TikTok, was full of pictures of us, and even his profile picture was of the two of us together.

Besides, my mom hadn't mentioned anything about the land acquisition.

My hands trembling, I scrolled through the comments on the video and stopped at one that said: [I've started sleeping with my wife again.]

Suddenly, I remembered that six months ago, when I was feeling slightly depressed while trying to conceive, Bruce had handed over his paychecks to make me feel more secure.

Everything matched what the commenter had said.

As the realization hit, my stomach churned violently.