Part 3My Wife Likes Dangerous Games? Fine, Let's Play for Keeps.

After coming out of the woods, whether I was setting up the tent or talking to her, she kept her distance.

Either taking pictures or wandering off "looking for signal."

Just as I wanted. She didn't linger near the tent site.

I deliberately took until dark to finish setting up the tent.

While gathering firewood, I overheard her on the phone.

"Are you at the base of the mountain yet?"

"Don't worry! Everything's taken care of."

"I just can't wait to see you!"

Clutching the firewood, I felt a surge of grim satisfaction. Finally, she's leaving.

Go on, take the snake eggs and go find your lover. I guarantee it'll be very exciting for both of you!

"Oh no, honey! I left the most important thing in the car! Toss me the keys, quick!"

I had just gotten the fire going when she called out, her bag already slung over her shoulder, standing several yards away.

The same escape excuse as last time.

"Honestly, you..." I stood up deliberately. "I'll go with you."

She looked slightly panicked. For every step I took towards her, she took one back. "No, no, it's fine! I can go myself."

"You get dinner started, I'm starving. Remember to fry that egg first! I'll be right back."

"It's already dark. Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

She refused again and again. I finally just tossed her the keys. "Alright then. Hurry back."

If I didn't let her go now, the snakes might show up too soon. That would ruin everything.

"Love you, hubby!" she chirped, blowing me a kiss before turning to leave. No, more like, before turning to die.

I didn't reply, just waved goodbye, watching her walk away.

Goodbye! My dear wife.

Once her figure completely vanished, I quickly took sulfur powder and snake repellent from my pack and sprinkled several circles around the tent, just in case.

With that done, I unfolded the camp table, laid out the roast chicken, beer, peanuts, and grapes I'd bought earlier, and sat by the fire, ready for the show.

I set up a small tripod, placed my tablet on it, angled perfectly.

Calculating the time, it should be starting about now.

My heart hammered as I opened the app. Soon, my wife's shameless moans filled the quiet night air via the tablet's speaker.

"Whoa there, Mr. Henderson, what's the rush? Ow... you're hurting me!"

(Mr. Henderson, a good generic boss name instead of Mark for now, keep Mark/Finn reveal for later)

That was the feed from the hidden camera I'd installed in the car this morning, connected to my phone.

I never thought I'd witness my own wife starring in such a film.

Watching the woman I loved betraying me with another man in my own car... a bitter taste filled my mouth. It wasn't pleasant.

But then I remembered: tonight was their last night. Suddenly, the anger subsided.

"You said you had a surprise for me? Where is it? I don't see anything."

The man, Mark Henderson, was like a starved wolf, tearing into his prey.

Distracted, she fumbled with one hand, reaching for the bag on the floor, trying to pull out the lingerie.

With considerable effort, she yanked the clothing free. But as it came out, something else seemed to tumble out with it, rolling near her feet. Mark stepped on it, crushing it.