Husband’s Plan: Frame and Destroy Me

In the dead of night, at two o'clock in the morning, my husband, Henry Smith, who claimed to be working overtime, found himself stranded without a taxi and called upon me to pick him up.

Unsuspecting, I drove to the desolate spot he had indicated. In the eerie silence, I searched for his familiar face but found none.

Instead, a homeless man loomed in the shadows. His gaze was filled with malice, sending shivers down my spine.

Panic rose within me as I frantically texted my husband, pleading for his whereabouts.

His reply was swift. Henry: [Don't be afraid. You'll see me when you step out.]