REVENGE ON MY UNFAITHFUL HUSBAND

Go Find Her Body

Micah couldn't believe I was in trouble. He slammed his car door shut and tried calling me again, only to hear the automated voice saying my phone was switched off.

He opened Messenger. The first thing he saw was my sister's chat, pinned at the top. I noticed he'd even added a heart emoji next to Zoey's name.

For years, I'd been his top contact. Two years ago, I discovered he'd replaced me with Zoey.

When I asked about the change, I caught a flicker of guilt in his eyes. He made up some lame excuse and even accused me of being petty and pushy.

Three years ago, Zoey returned to my family and started undermining me at every turn. Her Oscar-worthy performances convinced our parents and even my brother that I was the evil sister. They grew to despise me.

I thought Micah was different. We'd grown up together – he knew me better than anyone.

But he changed too, without me noticing.

He started looking at me the same way everyone else did.

There were signs all along. Micah had drifted away, and I was the only one stubbornly clinging to the past.

Micah scrolled quickly through his contacts. After ditching me at the altar, he had a ton of messages from concerned friends and family. He finally found my profile pic.

He opened our chat. Besides my location, there was my final message:

[Ruby: Micah, we need to talk.]

Micah stared at it for a long time.

Finally, he sent a voice message: "Ruby, where are you?"

"I told you not to pull stunts like this. We're married now! Why do you have to make things difficult for Zoey? Do you know how upset she was yesterday?"

"If you come back now, I'll forget about last night."

He tossed his phone aside. His assistant caught his tired, worried expression in the rearview mirror and spoke up:

"Sir, your wife has always been level-headed. Even when you left her at the altar yesterday, she didn't lose her cool. I don't think she'd play such a serious prank, especially one involving the police. Maybe we should look for her?"

"You know her that well?" Micah snapped.

"No, sir. I just... I feel sorry for her."

"Sorry?" He laughed bitterly.

Micah's voice dripped with sarcasm. "She loves putting on a show, always trying to grab attention. Fine. If you're bored, send someone to the river. See if they can fish out her body."

When someone starts to despise you, don't ask why. Every reason you can think of is probably right.

I'd sensed Micah's change of heart long ago.

It started when his complaints about Zoey turned into constant chatter about her. I knew then that he'd changed.

He remembered all of Zoey's likes and preferences.

When he traveled for work, he'd bring back gifts not just for me, but for Zoey too.

Six months ago, Micah went abroad for a project.

I immediately booked a flight to go to him, but Zoey had hidden my passport.

Unable to leave the country legally, she hopped on a plane that very day.

I risked everything crossing the Pacific illegally, only to get caught in a tsunami. If it weren't for some kind strangers, I would've died at sea.

When I finally made it back alive, overjoyed to have survived...

Zoey accused me of going on a pleasure cruise. I tried to explain about my missing passport.

In front of everyone, she opened a drawer where my passport was lying, making me look like a complete liar.

Micah wouldn't listen to my side. He even scolded me harshly.

Looking at this man who'd become a stranger, I decided to end it all.

"Micah, let's call off the engagement."

"Are you kidding me?" He frowned, clearly annoyed.

I spoke calmly: "I've done everything I can for this relationship. I don't want us to go from supporting each other to becoming strangers who hate each other. Let's end this before we reach that point."

When he realized I was serious, Micah finally looked panicked.

From that day on, he made promises and swore to distance himself from Zoey.

He showered me with gifts, planned an extravagant proposal, and started arranging our wedding.

I thought I'd be happy forever.

Three months ago, we slept together after a night of drinking. I got pregnant. I was so excited to tell him the good news.

But then Zoey pulled one of her tricks, pretending to fall down the stairs.

Micah rushed over, furious. He scooped her up from the ground. When I tried to explain, he shoved me away without a second thought.

That's when I realized all the recent sweetness was just a facade.

It only took a tiny crack for everything to shatter.

He'd always believed Zoey, no matter what, with or without proof.

When he pushed me, I fell hard. My stomach hurt so much I passed out. The doctor said the pregnancy was at risk. I spent days in the hospital trying to save the baby.

I heard from his assistant that he was busy with a big project. Even though he knew I was in the hospital, he never came to see me.

But I didn't care about him anymore. The only thing that mattered in this world was my baby.

I was determined to bring this little one safely into the world.

But then Zoey showed up at my hospital bed. She described in vivid detail how Micah had held her, kissed her, touched her...

I felt sick to my stomach. Something wet trickled down my legs.

I was too weak to reach the call button. I tried to yell for a doctor.

Panicking, I got out of bed. Even if Micah and I were over, I had to save this baby.

That's when I saw the bright red stains on the sheets.

Drenched in cold sweat from the pain, I inched towards the door.

Blood flowed down my legs, leaving a trail on the floor.

I didn't care. All I could think was: My baby, my baby...

Everything went black, and I collapsed.