Abusive Husband's Plot Foiled

During the time when I was preparing to conceive, I came across a video.

[How have you downgraded your spending this year?]

The most liked comment: [I've started sleeping with my wife again.]

I cursed the jerk who wrote that while feeling grateful that I had married a good man.

Five months into my pregnancy, the algorithm showed me the same video again.

The comment section revealed a new low for that scoundrel.

[Guys, how do you make sure both your pregnant wife and the baby don't make it?]

Fuming, I clicked on the user's profile, curious to see what this despicable person looked like.

To my utter shock, it turned out to be my dear husband, Bruce Tuttle's account.

...

A notification popped up—Bruce had sent a message.

[Honey, what would you like for dinner? I got your favorite cherries and durian.]

Startled by my own thoughts, I couldn't focus on food anymore.

I stared blankly at the screen, my mind racing.

Within five minutes, my phone rang. It was Bruce.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing? Why haven't you replied?"

Ever since we got together, he'd always been like this—calling me the moment I didn't respond, saying he was worried something might have happened to me.

I stretched and pretended I'd just woken up.

"Sorry, darling, I was asleep. The phone was on silent, and I didn't hear it."

But Bruce, ever the worrier, kept insisting I should cover myself properly when I sleep and not catch a cold.

He reminded me to let him know if I wanted anything and not to go out alone.

"You're the most important person in this house now," he said.

I teased him, calling him a nagging nanny, but tears welled up in my eyes.

How could this gentle, caring Bruce be the same man who would post such a terrible thing online?