Her Unborn Baby's Voice
My wife had risen through the ranks of the Confidential Bureau, becoming its youngest team leader—all thanks to the "voice" of the baby boy in her womb, who could somehow identify traitors from within.
When the holidays came, I went to visit her.
But the moment I arrived, I heard the voice of that unborn child in her belly.
"Ah, it's Bad Daddy! He's the one who's been secretly selling off the core technology!"
I froze, stunned. Before I could even speak, my wife raised her gun and fired. The bullet tore through my shoulder.
"Who did you sell the technology to? Talk!"
Through the searing pain, I struggled to explain. "I don't even know what technology you're talking about. How could I possibly—"
Her expression turned glacial. Without a word, she lifted the gun again and pulled the trigger, blowing my head apart.
"Mommy is amazing! Bad Daddy is finally gone. The stolen data is all hidden on that USB drive."
Even as I died, I couldn't understand how I had become a traitor.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the visit.
This time, I took the initiative. I pulled out the USB drive and handed it to my wife.
"If this is the evidence you want," I said, "go ahead, shoot me."