My Husband Turned into a Pig

I stared at the comments in front of me, wondering if I was hallucinating.

[Wild! Wild indeed! Lily will die never knowing that her husband is getting busy right in front of her face.]

[This is why I pay for the VIP subscription! Look at them go. They’re in hog heaven.]

I looked down. The mini pigs were still at it. The one on top was even letting out satisfied grunts.

His movements became even more frantic after noticing my gaze.

The comments accelerated.

[David is loving this! The thrill of guilt is a total turn-on!]

[Am I the only one who feels bad for Lily? What did she do to deserve these psychos?]

[Ugh, please. She’s the one who got between the couple. This is just what she deserves!]

Arguments unfolded in the comments. It was total chaos.

I started understanding what was going on through the comments.

These two mini pigs were my husband, David Dunn, and his mistress, Sarah Flinn. They were the star-crossed protagonists of a romance novel about two reunited lovers.

They were college sweethearts for four years, and they eventually broke up after graduation, due to the cruel reality.

Sarah went to the city to chase her dreams, while David stayed behind and worked in his hometown. His family forced him into a blind date with me.

I ended up becoming obsessed with him, and I did all I could to make him mine.

Later, his mother had a heart attack, and I accidentally saved her life. I then used this favor to blackmail him into marriage.

However, David never got over Sarah, even after we were married.

Then, Sarah came back.

Their love reignited almost instantly.

I was the villain in the story, as I never stopped interfering with their relationship.

In the end, I would try to hurt Sarah, only to fall from the 18th floor and end up smeared on the pavement.

David would then inherit my millions, marry Sarah in a lavish wedding, and they would live happily ever after.

The comments were split. One side called me a homewrecker; the other said I did not deserve to die.

However, both sides agreed on one thing: I was the obstacle.

I trembled with rage because the story was a total lie.

I did not blackmail David into marriage. Instead, he had pursued me relentlessly in the name of repaying my kindness!

He even promised my parents that our children would take my last name just to get them to agree to the match.

At that, I remembered my child, Toby Dunn! I looked at Toby and reached out to cover his eyes. I wanted to shield him from this filth.

Yet another comment scrolled by.

[Speaking of which, it’s not just David. Even Lily’s son prefers Sarah.]

[Exactly. David and Sarah actually pushed Lily off the building together, but Toby told the cops she fell off the building herself.]

[Toby’s been calling Sarah ‘Mommy’ in secret. He calls Lily ‘the old woman’ behind her back. He can’t wait for her to die.]

I looked at my son, whom I nearly died giving birth to.

I had a hemorrhage during labor and almost died in the ICU.

Was he waiting for me to die?

[Can’t wait for the finale when David and Toby will spoil Sarah rotten. It’ll be so sweet!]

I clenched my fists. David and Sarah wanted to use my life as a stepping stone for their “happily ever after”? Over my dead body!

I picked up the phone and called the hotel I frequented.

“I have two mini pigs here. Bring the chefs over. I want these pigs prepped and roasted.”