He Tried to Kill Me for the Insurance Money - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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My phone nearly slipped from my sweaty palms as I watched the scene unfold.
Ruby's keycard hovered over the sensor when Victor grabbed her wrist. "Drop it," he hissed. "We both saw Lillian go overboard. No way she survived. My post's blowing up right now - one wrong move and that insurance payout vanishes."
Ruby hesitated, then let him steer her back inside. Seconds later, the telltale sounds of their affair seeped through the walls again.
I dialed my lawyer with steady hands despite the hurricane inside my chest. After getting patched up at the hospital, I handed him everything - a month's worth of damning evidence.
I'd stumbled upon the insurance policy by chance. The numbers made my stomach drop - astronomical payout, Victor as sole beneficiary. Worse? The agent was Ruby, his college sweetheart turned longtime mistress.
I'd been naive enough to consider confronting Ruby directly. Victor intercepted me, pulling me into one of his signature bear hugs. "Just a safety net, babe," he murmured against my neck. "I got one too - so we're both protected. That's real love, right? Looking out for each other?"
Like an idiot, I bought it.
Until I checked his search history: "untraceable accidents," "perfect murder methods." My skin crawled.
The final mask slipped one afternoon when I walked into his office breakroom. There they were - Victor pinning Ruby against the fridge like some bad rom-com. The truth gutted me.
That night, I pulled out the policy and started digging. Ruby had tweaked key clauses - turning my insurance into a hit contract. Suddenly Victor's new hobby of suggesting skydiving and cliff diving made horrifying sense.
Then came the bathroom incident. Waking to faint rustling, I found Victor elbow-deep in wiring, tossing live cords into my morning bath. My whole body went numb.
He didn't even flinch when he saw me. "Just a short circuit," he said smoothly. "I'll call an electrician tomorrow."
After that, their moves got sharper. Ruby's visits increased, her eyes slicing through me at dinner parties. When I overheard her booking a cruise - knowing I'd never learned to swim - I decided to play their game.
At the hospital, nurses whispered: "Did you see that grieving husband on TV? Poor man's devastated." I nearly choked on my bitter laugh.
Checking Victor's socials confirmed everything. His latest video showed him hiring a "search team," crocodile tears glistening. The comment section? Packed with Ruby's security staff posing as concerned citizens.
The realization hit like ice water - even if I'd died, he'd have milked it. And if I'd come back? He'd have finished the job properly next time. My hands shook so badly I almost dropped my phone again.
Ruby's keycard hovered over the sensor when Victor grabbed her wrist. "Drop it," he hissed. "We both saw Lillian go overboard. No way she survived. My post's blowing up right now - one wrong move and that insurance payout vanishes."
Ruby hesitated, then let him steer her back inside. Seconds later, the telltale sounds of their affair seeped through the walls again.
I dialed my lawyer with steady hands despite the hurricane inside my chest. After getting patched up at the hospital, I handed him everything - a month's worth of damning evidence.
I'd stumbled upon the insurance policy by chance. The numbers made my stomach drop - astronomical payout, Victor as sole beneficiary. Worse? The agent was Ruby, his college sweetheart turned longtime mistress.
I'd been naive enough to consider confronting Ruby directly. Victor intercepted me, pulling me into one of his signature bear hugs. "Just a safety net, babe," he murmured against my neck. "I got one too - so we're both protected. That's real love, right? Looking out for each other?"
Like an idiot, I bought it.
Until I checked his search history: "untraceable accidents," "perfect murder methods." My skin crawled.
The final mask slipped one afternoon when I walked into his office breakroom. There they were - Victor pinning Ruby against the fridge like some bad rom-com. The truth gutted me.
That night, I pulled out the policy and started digging. Ruby had tweaked key clauses - turning my insurance into a hit contract. Suddenly Victor's new hobby of suggesting skydiving and cliff diving made horrifying sense.
Then came the bathroom incident. Waking to faint rustling, I found Victor elbow-deep in wiring, tossing live cords into my morning bath. My whole body went numb.
He didn't even flinch when he saw me. "Just a short circuit," he said smoothly. "I'll call an electrician tomorrow."
After that, their moves got sharper. Ruby's visits increased, her eyes slicing through me at dinner parties. When I overheard her booking a cruise - knowing I'd never learned to swim - I decided to play their game.
At the hospital, nurses whispered: "Did you see that grieving husband on TV? Poor man's devastated." I nearly choked on my bitter laugh.
Checking Victor's socials confirmed everything. His latest video showed him hiring a "search team," crocodile tears glistening. The comment section? Packed with Ruby's security staff posing as concerned citizens.
The realization hit like ice water - even if I'd died, he'd have milked it. And if I'd come back? He'd have finished the job properly next time. My hands shook so badly I almost dropped my phone again.
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