They were talking in whispers, and when they saw me, they quickly moved apart.
“Hey, honey,” Marcus said, his voice sounding fake and too cheerful. “Sophia was just telling me about her new job.”
But Sophia looked guilty, like a kid who got caught stealing cookies.
And Marcus kept fidgeting with his hands, which he only did when he was nervous.
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
Something felt wrong, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.
Marcus was lying next to me, breathing normally, but I kept thinking about how weird they had acted.
The next week, I decided to check our computer history.
I told myself I was being paranoid, but I had to know what Marcus was doing online when I wasn’t home.
What I found made my blood turn cold.
Marcus had been searching for things like untraceable poisons, how to make death look natural, and life insurance payout after spouse death.
