My Wife's Murder Plan for Me

When I arrived at the office, my heart was still pounding, and my mind was filled with the mess from last night.

What happened last night? I seemed to have some impressions, but when I tried to think carefully, I couldn't remember anything.

My mobile phone dinged, scaring me so much that I almost jumped out of my chair.

A WhatsApp message from 'Sweetie' came, [Darling, remember to come to the Night Cat Cafe on Spring Road after work. Let's have a chat."

It also included a selfie of Mrs. Richter, looking charming and alluring.

My heart skipped a beat and I almost dropped my phone.

Mrs. Richter? When did she add me on WhatsApp? Was it last night? But I had no impression at all.

I quickly placed my phone on the table and looked around cautiously, afraid that my colleagues would notice something was wrong with me.

I had been on edge all day. I felt as if there was a time bomb in my phone that I dared not touch.

For the first time, I wanted to slow down time and not leave work so soon.

But unfortunately, overtime also passed quickly.

I couldn't always avoid her, so I forced myself into the cafe.

Mrs. Richter was already sitting there, leisurely drinking coffee in a good mood.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't we have a good conversation last night?" I was a little confused by her words.

"I really don't remember what happened last night..."

"Do you want to go back on your word?" Mrs. Richter rolled her eyes. "You can't change your mind after finishing something."

Mrs. Richter said that I promised last night to maintain a long-term underground relationship with her as her husband.

"Don't worry. I have such a good relationship with Grace and she won't mind."

I was going crazy. What kind of ridiculous plot was this?

The dim yellow light in the cafe created an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere.

I was in a daze, as if being pulled by some force, and failed to reject.

As soon as I got home, Grace crawled on top of me and sniffed, "What's that smell on you?"

I felt nervous and casually made up a lie, "Oh, we had a dinner gathering after the meeting today. Maybe I got other's perfume then."

I dared not look into her eyes. I hurriedly took off my coat and threw it into the washing machine, then rushed into the bathroom as if escaping.

After taking a shower, I was torn and unsure whether I should confess to Grace, "That Mrs. Richter..."

Grace spoke first, "What's wrong with Mrs. Richter? Are you interested in her? Do you need me to play matchmaker for you?"

Listening to her random jokes, I suddenly felt very guilty and didn't know how to speak up.

"Okay, I won't tease you. I'm going out now and there's some late-night snack in the fridge if you want."

After saying that, she left the room.

That night, Grace came back very late and looked radiant.

I smelled a familiar scent of perfume on her.