After regaining my hearing, I heard that my husband and girlfriend were going to kill me

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Alaric Dusk

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614words2026-01-26 09:05

I had a loving husband and a best friend who always had my back.
As a deaf woman, I thought I was the happiest person alive.
But the day my hearing returned, I overheard my best friend tell my husband:

"I'm pregnant. When are you going to kill her?"
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On our third wedding anniversary, Nathan Brooks prepared a delicious meal. "Sweetheart, Samantha Reed called earlier, saying she's joining us for dinner. She texted you, but you didn't reply," he signed in ASL.
I glanced at my phone. Sure enough, Samantha had texted, saying she wanted to celebrate with us.
I smirked. In my past life, she did the same—showing up at every important moment Nathan and I shared, pretending to celebrate my happiness.
I naively thought she was witnessing my joy.

I didn't know she was using those moments to hook up with Nathan.
Since I was deaf, they'd call each other on speakerphone, flirting openly in front of me.
They even plotted my murder right under my nose.
In my past life, an accident restored my hearing.

Eager to share the news, I overheard Samantha's call to Nathan.
He put it on speaker, as usual, carefree.
Her voice came through:" I'm pregnant. You've got one month to act, or I'm getting rid of it."
I knew Nathan desperately wanted a child, but I'd been cautious, fearing my deafness might be genetic.
His voice followed:" Won't take a month. Her life insurance kicked in six months ago. Next week, after our anniversary, I'll take her on a Caribbean trip..."
Life insurance. Caribbean trip.
I was deaf, not dumb. It was clear.
But I never imagined Nathan and my best friend would betray me like this.
In my past life, the shock overwhelmed me. Without thinking, I bolted out.
That tipped Nathan off—I'd heard everything.
I called 911, reporting that Nathan and Samantha planned to kill me.
But everyone—neighbors included—saw us as a loving couple, with Samantha as my loyal friend.
No one believed me. Nathan claimed I'd overdosed, causing a mental breakdown, and had me committed to a psychiatric ward.
They'd greased the wheels there. Within six months, I died under their torment.
But fate gave me a second chance. I woke up a year earlier—on our third anniversary.
That day, Nathan had gifted me the life insurance policy.
This time, my hearing returned early.
When Samantha arrived, she brought roses.
It hit me: her gifts were always roses or lilies.
Roses meant Nathan would" go on a business trip" the next day.
Lilies meant he'd be" called to work late" that night.
These were just excuses for their affair.
Just as I expected, before dinner, Nathan got a call.
He signed, apologetic:" Sorry, honey. I planned a weekend getaway, but a project went south.I'm off to Miami tomorrow for a week."
I feigned disappointment, inwardly thrilled.
This was perfect—I'd been wondering how to dodge them to make my moves.
"Emily, don't worry. With Nathan gone, I'll keep you company," Samantha signed, comforting.
In my past life, she'd visited me during her " Miami trip." Now I saw it—she was covering while they sneaked around.
"No need,"I signed, suppressing a grin, playing the dutiful wife."You're both at the same company. Nathan's swamped, so you must be too.I'll be fine alone."
After dinner, Nathan presented the insurance policy.
"Happy third anniversary, honey! This is my gift—your retirement security."
My face darkened.
In my past life, this policy let those traitors cash in on my death.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Nathan asked cautiously."Don't like it?"
"I love it..." I forced a smile."Just watched a movie recently— a man buys his wife insurance, then kills her for the payout."