My Husband's Pure Love Conspiracy

"If you dare call the police, wait to see your video online."

When I heard Roy say this before, I instinctively thought they recorded the video to threaten me. However, it seemed more complicated.

This time, I obediently did not choose to call the police.

I had to keep myself alive. I still had family. The world was beautiful. I wanted to live.

I stared blankly at the ceiling. Even with my broken body, I still wanted to live.

Mom and Dad had only me. They worked hard farming and selling vegetables to support me through college. I...

Footsteps sounded again at the door. I looked over, trembling.

Roy held a sickle in his hand. He was unmoved by the tears on my face.

He grabbed my hair and slit my throat.

Blood gushed out. Pain spread from every part of my body.

As life faded away, I wondered, "This time, I clearly didn't intend to call the police, so why wouldn't they let me go?"

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in bed beside Jack. He was looking at his phone.

My whole body ached. I realized I had returned to the night I quarreled with Jack.

Jack said impatiently, "Why do you ask so many questions? Don't you think these girls enjoyed it?"

I remembered that after that day. I saw him browsing a porn site with various videos of girls, some filmed secretly.

As a girl, I felt uncomfortable watching it. I asked, "Are these people all willing participants?"

Gentle Jack then answered me.

I pointed to a video of one girl with multiple men. The girl looked in pain. I asked him, "Look at her expression. Is she willing?"

Jack sneered. "They got paid, right?"

When I heard Jack's answer, I quarreled with him. I felt he was disrespectful. I couldn't understand why he, usually gentle and polite, acted so horribly about this.

He slammed the door and left.

Thinking of the camera set up before my death, I didn't argue with him this time. I comforted him with a few words and expressed my interest in it.

Jack raised an eyebrow. "So you want to be uploaded, too?"

It was like I was meeting him for the first time. I took his phone and silently noted the website address.

I asked him, "Where did these videos come from?"

"How would I know? I didn't upload them," Jack said, laughing. "But if you want to upload yours, I can help you ask."

His malicious smile reminded me of those men from that day.

I hated myself. I had been with him for so long, from campus to now. Why had I never realized he was this kind of person?

I remembered the first time I saw him. He was wearing a white shirt, standing by the school's lake. His profile was looking pure.

He said that day was his first love's death anniversary. Back then, I thought he was a very empathetic and compassionate person.

How did he become like this?

Seeing I wasn't speaking, Jack pouted. "Boring. I'm going to take a shower."

The doubt was planted. Everything became suspicious.

While Jack went to shower, I opened Kings of Glory.

I wasn't there to play games. I wanted to check the electronic devices in the room.

Settings, Network Diagnosis, Start Detection.

There were 6 devices on the shared WiFi!

The apartment's WiFi only covered the apartment. Besides my phone, computer, tablet, and Jack's phone. What else was there?

When I first moved in, I checked. There were no other devices.

Since moving in, I had only brought Jack back.

I turned on the infrared light and shone it around, looking for pinhole cameras. Beep, beep, beep! The phone rang. There was a camera!

A cool voice came from behind. "Michelle, what are you doing?"

It was obvious who put it there.

"Why? Jack, why did you put cameras in my room?"

I remembered a joke I once heard. When a kid asks if they can go to the bathroom, they've probably already gone in their pants. When Jack asked if I wanted to be uploaded, he had probably already done it.

Panic flashed across Jack's face, but he quickly calmed down. "Michelle, I just wanted to see what you do every day. I wanted to see you. I love you too much."

No wonder he got 80 points in argumentation. His impromptu performance was top-notch.

If I hadn't died twice, I might have believed him.

Before this, he always acted very well. I always thought the biggest obstacle between us was our families. He was a local middle-class with a rich family background. My family was far poorer than his.

It turned out the biggest obstacle between us was that one of us was human, and the other was a monster.

I cried and loudly questioned him, "Did you already upload me?!"

Jack said in a low voice, "Michelle, what are you talking about? How could I? If you don't believe me, take my phone and check yourself."

I took his phone and browsed through the different sections. There was nothing of mine, but I didn't believe he hadn't uploaded it. I just hadn't found it yet.

"I told you there's nothing," Jack's voice sounded behind me. "If you don't trust me, shouldn't you pay some price?"

I ignored him and kept browsing. Finally, I saw a link at the very bottom. [darkweb...http://]

I clicked it, needing a VPN. Luckily, Jack's phone always had a VPN on. I went straight in. There in the center was my photo, "Beautiful Urban Lady". It was with sections below for my everyday videos, videos with Jack, and a poll.

The blood-red poll section had "gangbang" in the largest font. Wasn't this what those men did to me? Jack was in on it with them!

I asked him, "What is this?"

"Hehehe, you found out!"

Pain came from my neck. I felt agonizing suffocation as Jack choked me unconscious from behind.

Before losing consciousness, I heard him say, "Being foolproof is good, but sometimes taking risks isn't bad."

When I woke up again, I was tied to a chair. Those men were in front of me.