Part 1My Wife Likes Dangerous Games? Fine, Let's Play for Keeps.

Ever since my wife switched jobs, she started playing these deadly "jokes" on me.

Small stuff, like kissing me into a chokehold, or covering my head while I slept. Then bigger things, like mixing my meds with booze, or handcuffing me and trying to push me underwater.

Every time I barely escaped, she’d just grin and say, "Just messing with you! Isn't it exciting?"

I brushed it off as her acting out, didn't push it.

But then, during a camping trip, she secretly brought back snake eggs. I ended up tangled and bitten to death by venomous snakes.

She felt zero guilt over my death. Turned right around and spent the night wrapped around her boss.

"Your husband kicked the bucket just like that? I wasn't done having fun! Guy couldn't handle a little rough play, huh?"

Only after dying did I learn my life was just a game piece for her to impress her boss.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day we were supposed to leave for that camping trip.

This time, I'd be the one putting snake eggs in her bag.

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"Honey, pleeeease say yes! I've never been camping before, the wilderness sounds so thrilling!"

"And there's a reward tonight!" she purred, pulling three sets of skimpy lingerie out of her suitcase.

The same scene played out in my head. I realized I'd been reborn.

Seeing my lack of reaction, she immediately slipped into a bunny outfit and threw herself at me.

"Ooh! Hubby, I'm sooo cold, hold me tight!"

Looking at her trying to be seductive, memories of my past life flooded back. Revulsion churned in my stomach. It was just disgusting.

In my past life, ever since she changed jobs, she was like a different person.

Kisses turned into chokeholds, sleep meant being smothered, and where she learned about mixing dangerous pills with alcohol or handcuffing someone near water, I had no idea.

Every single life-threatening moment, she just laughed it off. I thought she was just being difficult.

Then, chasing more "excitement," she insisted on dragging me camping at Shadow Creek Preserve.

While I was setting up the tent, she snuck off and brought back Diamondback Rattlesnake eggs. When night fell, she deliberately left me alone on the mountain.

The rattlesnakes, drawn by the scent, found me. Unprepared, I was their target.

With my last ounce of strength, I dialed her number. All I heard were her moans tangled with a strange man's grunts.

That night, she was wearing this exact outfit, screwing her boss in the car, completely ignoring whether I lived or died up on that mountain.

Her ecstatic cries drowned out my pained gasps as the rattlesnakes coiled tighter, biting, killing me.

When she saw my cold corpse, there wasn't a flicker of remorse.

The man kicked my body dismissively. "Your husband died just like that? I wasn't finished playing! Couldn't take a little action, huh?"

"Well, I haven't had enough action either. You planning on finishing the game tonight?"

Excited, the man swept her up. "What do you think?"

They went back to the car, screwing all night long.

Afterward, she twisted the truth, slandering me, claiming I'd secretly gone camping with someone else behind her back, looking for cheap thrills.

My death became gossip fodder – the price of cheating.

I stared at her, numb. We’d been in love for four years. I’d cherished her, put her on a pedestal.

But she’d tried to kill me, again and again, just to please another man. My heart was dead to her now. Hatred, like poison, began to spread through me.

"Okay, fine. I'll go with you. Now change back into normal clothes," I said, forcing calm, suppressing the fury inside.

A flicker of triumph crossed her eyes. "Great! You start packing, I need to do my makeup."

"I don't have much to pack. I'll run out and grab some fruit and snacks for the trip."

"See? Hubby always thinks of everything."

I used the chance to go downstairs. Besides fruit, I bought some fake eggs, the kind you use for crafts, perfect for making realistic-looking snake eggs.

This time, it was my turn to put the snake eggs in her bag. Let them taste despair.