My husband betrayed me. I decided to kill him. Later, as his body was breaking down and he was spitting blood, he confessed to me, apologizing for hurting me. I smiled and told him it was okay; I forgave him. After all, I was the one who had put arsenic in his food and laced his clothes with paraquat, ensuring his agonizing death. 1 It was nine o'clock at night when Marcus Black came home. His shirt reeked of cheap perfume, and his neck was covered in hickeys. "Welcome home, honey." I pretended not to notice his cheating, even walking up to him to help him take off his jacket. "Go fix me something to eat. A late-night snack." Marcus was polite and academic in public, but at home, he dropped the façade and ordered me around without hesitation. I asked him sweetly: "What would you like, honey?" "Whatever." I obediently walked into the kitchen. I knew the truth. Marcus didn't love me. While I was agonizing in the delivery room, giving birth to his child, he casually told me he was cheating. He was so arrogant because he assumed our child was my only anchor, and I would never dare divorce him. Marcus was wrong. Even without the child, I wouldn't have left him after his betrayal. The best way to deal with a scumbag isn't to leave him. It's to kill him! On the cutting board, I already had fresh shrimp ready. Next to the board, water was mixed with a high concentration of Vitamin C. The combination of shrimp and high-dose Vitamin C produces arsenic when consumed by the body. I heated the oil, poured the live shrimp into the pan, and the extreme heat made them twitch and struggle violently. But within seconds, they changed color and died in the sizzling oil. Soon, the fragrant shrimp and a bowl of seaweed soup fortified with Vitamin C were on the table. Marcus looked impatient. "Can't you cook faster?" I kept my head down, looking humble and remorseful: "I'm sorry, honey." He grunted, picked up a shrimp, and ate it. I stayed still, not daring to move, but I couldn't stop staring at him. Eat. Eat more. The more you eat, the faster you die! Thud. A sharp shrimp head suddenly landed on my head. Marcus wiped his hands with a napkin and sneered: "I cheated, but you keep trying to please me and suck up. You're more obedient than a dog." I covered my forehead, maintaining the illusion of silent devotion. "Oh, Sarah Green, Sarah Green. Do you think the more I cheat, the more afraid you are of losing me, and the nicer you become?" Marcus leisurely picked up the spoon and drank the soup. After one sip, he glanced at me, spitting out venomous, repulsive words: "You are truly pathetic. If I had known you were so desperate, I would have told you sooner: I slept with another woman on our wedding night." 2 I flinched. His dirty hands touched someone else, then came back to touch me! The disgust made me physically ill. "Haha, are you upset?" Marcus grinned, holding up three fingers: "I didn't just sleep with one; I slept with three." I clenched my teeth, desperately trying not to throw up. On our wedding day, I was full of expectation. But he claimed a student needed him urgently and he had to return to the university. I truly regret it now. If I had known he was chasing other women that night, I would have called the police without hesitation. After dinner, Marcus openly called his mistress right in front of me. "Baby, I miss you so much." Before he could say more, I put on a look of unbearable pain and rushed toward the balcony. I needed Marcus to see me as a weak, helpless wife who was silently suffering from her husband's infidelity. Only then would he lower his guard. ... Marcus had a habit of drinking milk before bed. I added a sleeping pill to his glass. He was dead to the world that night. Staring at the gentle rise and fall of his throat as he breathed, an intense urge to kill surged through me. I truly wanted to take a knife and slit his throat. But as the blade touched his skin, I forced myself to stop. To plan his silent murder, I had sent our newborn daughter to stay with distant relatives and constantly acted subservient to him. I had sacrificed too much and endured too much. I couldn't let a moment of impulse ruin everything! Next, I used Marcus's fingerprint to unlock his phone. He had three unread messages on his social media. "Are you coming back to see me tomorrow?" "Professor, you are so handsome. Can I pursue you?" "Professor, you bought two dresses online. Which color do you want me to wear? Pink or black?" I clicked on each profile. They were all beautiful female college students. Then, I looked through his chat history. Most of the students initiated contact with Marcus. Marcus had good looks and the aura of a university professor, naturally making young women flock to him. But he didn't sleep with every student. After a careful check, I found Marcus had slept with fifteen students. Their common traits: beautiful, not locals, and from poor backgrounds. The student who had maintained the longest relationship with Marcus was named Maya Lin. I started scrolling through Maya Lin's social media. In a photo dated November 25, 2021, a corner of Marcus's shoe was visible. And the message, "Professor, you bought two dresses online. Which color do you want me to wear? Pink or black?" was from Maya Lin. Hah. This cheating couple has been together for four years. I smiled coldly, a vicious plan forming in my mind. I wouldn't let the scumbag go. And the tramp wouldn't escape either! 3 The next morning, I prepared Marcus's breakfast: plain porridge, fried dough sticks (you-tiao), eggs, and hot milk. The fried dough sticks were cooked in cheap oil. The porridge contained a bit of sugar. The hot milk and sugared porridge, when eaten together, create fructose-lysine. Fructose-lysine can induce coronary heart disease and vascular blockages. Marcus ate everything. After he finished and left for work, I headed to the hospital. Last night, I had thoroughly researched the student Marcus had been cheating with for four years. Maya Lin, Nursing Major, a graduating senior, currently interning at the city's top hospital. It was the best hospital in the state; countless medical students fought tooth and nail to get in. Maya Lin got the position easily thanks to Marcus... At the hospital. I immediately recognized Maya Lin among the nurses. She was very pretty, slender, and looked innocent. "Excuse me, how do I get to Lab B21?" I pretended to be lost and approached her. "Take the elevator to the 7th floor, then walk straight, then turn right..." Maya Lin's voice was soft, and she was patient, but I felt sick. She was the mistress! I interrupted her, acting anxious: "I don't know the way. Can you take me?" Maya Lin hesitated, then agreed. On the way, I played the victim, weeping that I might have cancer and was dying soon. My college major was psychology; I knew how to quickly establish intimacy. Maya Lin immediately showed concern. She took me to the lab and even added me on social media, saying if I had any questions about my condition, I could message her, and she would try to help. I was surprised. She wasn't the arrogant, aggressive mistress I had imagined. After leaving the hospital, I subtly started extracting information from Maya Lin. She had a boyfriend. But she didn't know her boyfriend was married. She was the unsuspecting other woman. ... Three months later, under my careful nourishment, Marcus started showing signs of weakness. That day, the delivery man brought a new potted plant to the door and asked for acceptance verification. Normally, I would open the door and take the package. But I was conveniently in the bathroom and couldn't come out. Marcus was teaching an online class, so he couldn't immediately vent his frustration at me. I sat on the toilet, watching the surveillance video on my phone. Marcus politely told his students to wait a moment. He stood up, opened the door, and impatiently took the package from the delivery man. The moment the box landed in Marcus's hands, his body swayed downward, and his expression changed immediately. It wasn't anger; it was shock. I was ecstatic. He must be shocked that a grown man couldn't hold a simple box! Hahaha! Every meal I meticulously prepared for him was designed to counteract the body's functions. Celery and rabbit meat to cause hair loss. Liquor and dog meat to suppress the heart. Banana and beef to damage the spleen. Tomato and mung beans to deplete vital energy. ... Thud! The potted plant fell heavily to the floor. A few clumps of dirt spilled from the box. Marcus staggered, staring at his hands in disbelief. I laughed uncontrollably. The countdown to death had officially begun. Marcus, enjoy the last moments of your cheating life! 4 I turned off the surveillance, took a deep breath, and adjusted my expression before leaving the bathroom. "Honey, what's wrong?" I rushed to Marcus, looking anxious. "The box has a plant; it's light. Why can't you hold it? Are you too stressed from work lately?" "Get lost, you pathetic..." Marcus’s curse was cut short. He seemed to remember he was still teaching. He glared at me and rushed back to his study. I smiled, tossing the spilled dirt into the trash. ... During this time, thanks to my psychology expertise, Maya Lin and I became close friends. Maya Lin told me everything. She told me her boyfriend was her university professor. She said she loved him so much she even had an abortion for him... I asked tentatively: "Why did your professor ask you to have an abortion? Wouldn't getting pregnant be the perfect way to get married?" Maya Lin lowered her head: "He said he was at a critical stage of his career and didn't want to be distracted by a child. But he promised to make it up to me with a grand wedding later." I pressed: "Could it be that your professor is already married and is just playing with you?" "Absolutely not!" Maya Lin said without hesitation: "He swore to me that if he ever had another woman besides me in his life, he would be struck by lightning and die a horrible death." I rolled my eyes. Marcus said the exact same passionate words when he married me. I guess there are too many scumbags, and God can't strike them all down. So, I'll just have to ensure he dies a horrible death myself! ... Marcus's health worsened daily. One morning, while drinking milk, he suddenly got a nosebleed. "What is going on?" Marcus tried to wipe the blood, but it only flowed faster. "Honey, what's wrong?" My eyes widened. I frantically reached for a tissue. Marcus pushed me away. But he had no strength. I stayed put, pretending to worry: "Honey, are you under stress? Should I make you some cooling tea?" "Get out!" Marcus roared, covering his nose and stumbling toward the bathroom. But after only two steps, he collapsed to the floor. He had passed out. "Tsk tsk. You've been hollowed out." I didn't hesitate to kick him lightly. After twenty minutes, I finally dialed 911. Three hours later, Marcus woke up in the hospital. The test results were in. The report showed absolutely nothing wrong with his body. "Nothing wrong? If nothing's wrong, why do I bleed from my nose and pass out?!" The inexplicable symptoms made Marcus drop his pretense. He yelled at the doctor: "The lab made a mistake! I want another full body scan, blood work, and physical examination!" The doctor looked at Marcus as if he were an idiot. Marcus wasn't stupid. He understood the doctor's disdain, which only fueled his fury. The angrier he became, the happier I was. I acted like a busy bee, dutifully paying bills and submitting forms. At the nurses' station, snippets of conversation drifted my way. "The patient in room 302 looks presentable, but he's a maniac." "I know! This is the state's best hospital. How could the lab make a mistake?" "You're missing the point. Didn't you notice that patient is Maya Lin's boyfriend?" "What? He's Maya Lin's boyfriend? But his file says he's married!" "Is Maya Lin a mistress...?" The nurses' chatter set off an alarm in my head. I absolutely couldn't let Maya Lin find out I was Marcus's wife. If she grew suspicious, everything I had done would be ruined. ... I hardened my heart and decided to move up Marcus's death date! I went to a remote farming supply store and bought a bottle of Paraquat, a deadly herbicide. I also bought a new shirt that Marcus often wore. Back home, I soaked the brand-new shirt in Paraquat. The shirt soaked for a day and a night, then I rinsed it repeatedly until the smell was gone. To be safe, I used a test strip to check the Paraquat levels. Only after confirming they were minimal did I iron the shirt and put it in a luxury box to give to Maya Lin. "I bought this shirt for my husband, but it didn't fit." I gave the high-end gift box to Maya Lin, smiling: "I bought it overseas, so I can't return it. Since you mentioned your boyfriend is the same size, I thought you might want it." "Wow, this brand is expensive! Are you sure you want to give it to me?" Maya Lin was genuinely surprised. She had told me she came from a poor family and was saving up to buy Marcus a gift. Since I was handing her a ready-made one, she happily accepted it after a brief exchange of pleasantries. I smiled coldly. Paraquat is incredibly toxic. Just 0.01 grams is enough to kill a person. Marcus wouldn't ingest it directly. But the shirt would be worn directly against his skin. The Paraquat would seep through his pores into his capillaries. In less than a month, Marcus would die a painful death!
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