Psychological
My Husband’s Calculated Affair
Discovering my husband’s affair was a trivial matter.
At a dinner with friends, he, who had always been aloof, suddenly took the initiative to serve food to everyone at the table.
Later.
I heard him softly reciting a line from Roman Holiday in the study.
“In order to shake your hand, I shook hands with everyone.”
Ha!
My Blade, My Throne
I have slaughtered pigs in the palace for four years; wherever my axe struck, none survived.
With every pig I killed, I recited “Amitabha.”
My skilled butchering caught the attention of the Prince, who took me as his trusted aide.
I became the deadly butcher’s knife; he became the executioner who wielded it.
Killing and beheading – “Amitabha”; burying them on the spot – “well done, well done.”
I Died a Hundred Times Trapped in the Office Building
I was trapped in the company building, dying in a loop ninety-nine times.
The ways I died were varied: the elevator falling, electrocution from the copier, a pen tip piercing my brow…
Each time I opened my eyes, it was nine o’clock sharp on the same morning, just as I sat down at my desk.
After seeking help multiple times, my Physics Professor Husband finally believed me.
Following his instructions, I searched step by step for a way to escape the cycle of death.
But on the hundredth time, I saw the Jade Bracelet my husband had secretly bought, worn on the hand of an Aloof Female Colleague beside me.
…
On the 101st attempt, I decided to face the desperate situation head-on, determined to leave the building alive!
Broken Love
My husband had an affair with the Married Woman downstairs.
I hid in the hallway, smoking with the Married Woman’s husband.
We didn’t dare return until they’d finished.
Later, they became even more brazen.
The Married Woman’s husband said, “I’m going to catch them in the act. What about you?”
I kept nibbling on my skewer, unconcerned.
“You go catch them, I’ll come too!”
Scapegoat
A year ago, on a whim, I told my wife a story.
Because the content was bizarre and the details were too realistic, she was scared out of her wits.
Afterwards, I deeply regretted it and emphasized countless times that the story was made up. But her trust in me had already collapsed, and the look in her eyes was filled with fear.
That night, she ran into the bathroom, locked the door, and called the police.
As a result, I ended up in jail.
Now, I am sorting out the whole incident as follows.
Who’s the Prey Now?
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My sister is dead. She committed suicide for a man.
When I was sorting through her belongings, I found a pair of handcuffs and some photographs.
In the photos, she was completely naked, her body covered in bruises.
A rush of blood surged through me, my whole body turned cold, and I was instantly overwhelmed by an indescribable terror and confusion.
But I didn’t know yet that the person who started all this had no intention of stopping.
And I was his next target.
The Emperor’s Daughter is My Prey
My Mother was a courtesan, earning money with her own flesh and blood to support my father’s studies and imperial examinations.
Five years later, my father succeeded and was granted marriage to a princess by the Emperor.
Yet, in the Golden Throne Hall, he refused the marriage at the risk of his own life, and with great fanfare, married my Mother with ten miles of red bridal procession.
The princess was displeased.
Three days later, Mother was found abused and disheveled, dying at the entrance of an alley.
Half a year later, the princess finally married my father as she wished.
She did not know that this was the beginning of her misfortune.
Don’t Contact the Strange Number from Your Dream
Should you take the initiative to add a stranger’s number that you saw in a dream?
Absolutely not!
Because you’ll never be able to guess what might be on the other end!
Killing Words
At our wedding, I whispered something in my husband’s ear.
Upon hearing it, he suffered a total breakdown and leaped to his death right then and there.
After he died, countless people-including the police-asked me what I had said.
I remained silent.
Five years later, while I was living in poverty, someone tracked me down. They offered a massive reward, wanting to buy those words from me.
He wanted to know exactly what kind of sentence could kill a man.
In that moment, I was overcome with excitement.
The person I had been waiting for had finally arrived.