My Wife's Murder Plan for MeChapter 1
The new neighbor, Mrs. Richter, was glamorous and attractive, and her husband was said to be abroad for a long time.
After getting acquainted, Grace Lawrence got close to her and disappeared from time to time, becoming strange.
"Mrs. Richter is so beautiful, isn't she? Are you attracted, Milo?"
One night, she even showed me Mrs. Richter's private photos.
At first, I thought she was jealous of Mrs. Richter's fair skin, beauty, and long legs, and was testing me.
Later, I found out that she really wanted us to get together.
I thought Grace might be joking and didn't take it seriously until one day, Grace invited Mrs. Richter to our house for dinner.
After I drank too much...
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Maybe I had been working overtime too often recently and I was a bit tired.
I usually was good at drinking, but today I started feeling dizzy after just two glasses.
In a daze, I heard someone giggling and whispering in my ear.
But I couldn't recall the words at all.
I woke up feeling refreshed, as if I had a beautiful dream.
"Milo, you tossed me around last night. You were completely drunk. It took me and Mrs. Richter a lot of effort to get you to the guest room."
Grace complained as she walked into the room.
Suddenly, I remembered what happened last night and nervously asked Grace where she slept.
"Of course, I slept in the upstairs bedroom. Where else could I go?" Grace answered as a matter of course.
But I clearly remembered there was someone next to me last night. Could it have been a dream?
Just as I was thinking, the doorbell rang.
Mrs. Richter came in with a lunch box, saying she had made pastries for us to thank us for last night's hospitality.
Grace happily took the lunch box and went to the kitchen to plate the food.
Mrs. Richter had fair skin, a beautiful face, and long legs.
I felt embarrassed staring at her and was about to turn around.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Richter suddenly stopped me and blinked at me, saying, "Darling, are you satisfied with my performance?"
I suddenly felt nervous and quickly looked towards the kitchen.
Grace was still in the kitchen and hadn't come out yet.
I asked Mrs. Richter not to joke around.
She pouted, "You treated me like that last night, and now you're pretending it didn't happen?"
Last night? What happened last night?
I was suddenly dumbfounded and an incredible thought came to mind. Could the person from last night be...?!