My husband’s Million-Dollar Murder Plot - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My husband takes me on a seaside getaway, coaxing me to lean over the ship’s railing to enjoy the view. With half my body stretched out over the edge, he waits for the perfect moment–then shoves me into the water without hesitation.

My terrified scream is swallowed by the deafening roar of the waves, which crash over me and drag me mercilessly into the depths. Victor casts me a fleeting glance, no more than a flicker of acknowledgment, before his lips curl into a triumphant grin.

Pulling out his phone, he eagerly calls his mistress, who conveniently works for an insurance company.

“She’s overboard,” he says, his voice brimming with excitement. “Now we can finally cash in on that massive payout!”

Water rushed into my throat, choking me violently. A suffocating sensation gripped me as I coughed and sputtered, my vision blurring in the chaos. Overwhelmed by terror, I begged desperately.

“Victor, please! Save me! I don’t want to die! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. Just help me!”

But my husband, Victor Bennett, simply ended his call and stared at me with cold indifference.

Fueled by sheer survival instinct, I found a surge of strength, flailing my arms and legs until I managed to grab onto the ship’s rope ladder. For a moment, hope flickered–I could save myself. But Victor’s expression darkened the instant he noticed.

His mistress, Ruby Monroe, appeared on deck just then. Victor turned to her and pointed at a metal rod leaning in the corner.

“Hand me that” be commanded

Without hesitation, Victor swung the sharp rod at my fingers. Blow after blow landed, turning my hands into mangled, bleeding messes. My grip faltered, and with every swing, he yelled furiously.

“Just die already! I’m doing this for a better life–for us! Weren’t you always willing to do anything for my happiness?”

Pain radiated through me as I tried to hold on, but his strikes grew harder, and the agony unbearable. At last, I lost my grip and plunged back into the sea.

The water consumed me. I thrashed, desperate for air, but the waves dragged me under. Soon, the surface of the sea stilled, silent and ominous.

From the depths, I could faintly hear Victor’s voice above.

“Relax. Lillian’s a terrible swimmer–there’s no way she’ll survive. Besides, I destroyed her hands. She couldn’t even save herself if she tried.“”

Ruby’s doubtful voice followed. “If she can’t swim, why would she agree to come out here?”

Victor laughed, his tone dripping with contempt. “I told her it was anniversary cruise. That idiot jumped at the chance.”

He wrapped an arm around Ruby’s waist, pulling her close. They kissed passionately on the deck, their intimacy a knife twisting in my heart.

Five years of marriage, and Victor had betrayed me without hesitation.

When the kiss ended, Ruby playfully patted his shoulder and left. Victor adjusted his expression, his face contorting into a mask of panic as he began screaming.

“Help! Someone help! My wife fell overboard! Please, save her!”

Hearing his anguished cries, the ship’s crew rushed to alert the coast guard and search for me. But out here, in the vastness of the ocean, the sea swallows fragile lives quickly.

Hours later, the rescue team returned empty–handed. Spectators patted Victor on the shoulder, consoling him as he slumped to the ground, seemingly devastated.

But I noticed the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

I returned to shore on a small boat, drenched and trembling as the cold wind bit through my soaked clothes. Despite knowing this betrayal was coming, my heart felt like it had plunged into an endless abyss of despair and pain.

A month earlier, I had stumbled across an insurance policy hidden in our closet. The payout was enormous, and Victor was the sole beneficiary. The agent handling the policy? None other than Ruby, his first love and long–time secret mistress.

My thoughts were interrupted by the ring of my phone. Shaking, I opened my social media app with my battered hands, only to see Victor’s latest post.

“Please help me find my wife! She fell overboard!”

In the video, Victor knelt on the ground, sobbing hysterically, pleading for the sea to return his beloved wife. It went viral almost immediately. Witnesses from the cruise commented in his defense, painting him as a grieving, devoted husband.

But I knew better. This was all part of Victor’s elaborate plan to stage my death as an accident. When I returned to the hotel I had secretly booked in advance, I dried my hair and prepared to call my lawyer.

But muffled sounds from the hallway caught my attention. Pressing my ear to the door, I recognized the voices instantly.

Victor and Ruby.

I crouched by the peephole, my stomach churning with disgust. They were entangled, completely lost in each other, oblivious to everything else.

Although I had booked the room next to theirs to gather evidence of their affair, watching it unfold in real time made my stomach turn. Fighting the nausea, I steadied myself, only to hear Ruby’s coy voice drift through the door.

“When I checked in, the receptionist mentioned that the guest in the room next door had the same name as Lillian. I told them I was her best friend and got a spare key. Should we take a look–just in case?”

Ruby pulled out the keycard, inching closer to my door.