[I locked her in the apartment. She couldn't get out. She'd be as good as dead.]
I knew he was referring to me.
To gather more evidence, I asked, [You locked your wife, Angie Wiley, inside?]
He confirmed, [Yeah. Her parents tried calling, but I didn't pick up. A big earthquake right now would be perfect.]
Without hesitation, I took a screenshot of the conversation.
Before bed, I had noticed a strange username on Rob's phone.
He had deleted their chat history, but the profile picture was of a young woman.
I checked her social media and found that Rob had liked every single one of her selfies.
A woman's intuition was rarely wrong.
Just then, she messaged him, suggesting that staging a car accident to kill me would be less suspicious.
It was clear they'd spent a lot of time discussing how to kill me for the insurance money.
I played along, saying goodnight to her and then blocking her.
I changed my username to match hers and swapped in the same profile picture.
To cover my tracks, I also deleted the photos Rob had taken of me during our afternoon tea.
Thinking back, those beautifully arranged desserts were probably from the other girl's account.
Just as I returned his phone to its place, Rob came out of the bathroom, drying his hair.
He glanced at his phone, saw no new messages, and then put it down to come and hug me. "Babe, it's our second anniversary tomorrow. Where do you want to celebrate?"
I remembered how many times he had called that girl "Babe" and felt a wave of nausea.
But I kept my composure and gently pushed him away.
"How about that trendy dessert shop in Caford? I've been seeing it everywhere online, and I really want to try it," I replied.
Rob froze for a moment but quickly recovered. "Isn't that place a bit too low-end?"
I knew why he didn't want to go because he had plans to meet his lover there the next day.
I smiled, "Not at all. Eating desserts with you makes me happy."
Rob quickly adjusted his mood and nodded. "Alright, whatever you want."
As he turned away from me, his phone screen lit up, and I saw the message he sent.
[Let's reschedule our meeting. It's not convenient for me tomorrow.]
I immediately replied, [Okay.]
Satisfied, Rob smiled and then turned back to ask what gift I wanted.
I never would've guessed that my second-anniversary present would be getting locked inside during an earthquake by my husband.