My Husband Planned My Sacrifice on Our Wedding Night

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PART 2

Oliver kept staring at me.

“Belinda, baby… why are your eyes red?”

For a second, I almost broke down. My heart was pounding so hard I thought he could hear it.

I forced a smile.

“Oh… I was just emotional. I still can’t believe I’m finally married to the man I love.”

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

“Aww, my sweet wife.”

Wife.

__That word nearly made (s) scream inside.

The man sitting beside me was taking me to be slaughtered.

I slowly held his hand while acting normal.

“Baby, can we stop somewhere? I suddenly need to use the bathroom.”

He looked uncomfortable.

“Now? We’re almost there.”

Almost there?

My blood turned cold.

I quickly acted like I was in pain.

“Please… I can’t hold it.”

After a few seconds he sighed.

“Fine.”

Suddenly I saw a small fuel station ahead.

The moment he parked, I walked out slowly.

Then…

I RAN.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

Oliver instantly jumped from the car.

“BELINDA!!”

But before he reached me, several people turned around.

Then I shouted something that shocked everyone:

“HE WANTS TO KILL ME!”

To be continued…

PART 3

The fuel station became silent.

Everyone froze.

Oliver stood there shocked.

Then he forced a nervous laugh.

“My wife is joking.”

I immediately shook my head.

“No! He’s taking me somewhere to sacrifice me!”

People started gathering.

Oliver’s face changed instantly.

“Belinda, stop this nonsense!”

I brought out his phone.

The same phone.

The same message.

“I saw everything!”

I opened the message and showed one of the men nearby.

His eyes widened.

“What is this?!”

Suddenly Oliver panicked.

“Give me my phone!”

Then…

HE RAN.

Yes.

My husband turned around and ran toward the car.

People immediately started chasing him.

But before he entered the vehicle—

BAM!

He slipped and crashed onto the road.

The crowd surrounded him.

And then his phone rang.

The caller ID showed:

Boss Benson

The same Benson.

My friend.

To be continued…

My entire body became weak.

Benson?

My own friend?

The man who attended our wedding…

The man who smiled and danced with us…

Was part of this?

One of the men answered the call and placed it on speaker.

Then a voice shouted:

“Oliver! Why are you wasting time? The chief priest is angry! Bring her now!”

Silence.

Complete silence.

Everybody looked at Oliver.

His face lost color.

He knew…

It was over.

Minutes later police officers arrived.

Oliver started crying.

“Belinda please forgive me! I needed money! I was desperate!”

Money?

Money?!

He wanted my head for money?

Tears rolled down my face.

I looked at him and said:

“The greatest mistake you made… was thinking I would die quietly.”

That night…

Instead of becoming a sacrifice—

I escaped death.

And my husband entered a prison cell.

NEXT

Five years after our divorce, my billionaire ex-husband chose the seat beside me in first class just to remind me of everything he thought I had lost. He believed I was alone. He believed I had spent years regretting him. What he didn’t know was that when we landed in Chicago, three little boys would run from a waiting Maybach straight into my arms—and the truth he had ignored for five years would break everything he thought he knew. My name is Chloe Vance, and Harrison Sterling was the last person I expected to see that afternoon. The moment he entered the first-class cabin, I knew him immediately. Five years had passed since our divorce, but some people leave marks time does not fully erase. For one brief second, our eyes met. Then his face hardened. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. I closed the tablet in my lap. “Trust me, Harrison. If I had known you were on this flight, I would have driven.” A few passengers glanced our way. Harrison seemed to enjoy being watched. The flight attendant checked his ticket. “Mr. Sterling, your seat is—” “I know where my seat is.” To my disbelief, he sat right beside me, even though there were empty seats elsewhere. “There are other places you could sit,” I said. “I know.” “Then why here?” A cold smile touched his mouth. “Five years of silence. I thought we should catch up.” I turned back toward the window. “You always confused cruelty with confidence.” “And you always confused secrets with innocence.” My stomach tightened. There it was. The accusation that had destroyed us. Five years earlier, Harrison and I had been one of New York’s most admired couples. He was the billionaire founder of a clean-energy empire. I was the environmental scientist who helped build the technology behind much of it. Together, we were everywhere. Magazine covers. Charity events. Business conferences. People called us unstoppable. Then everything fell apart. Harrison found messages on my phone. Messages he misunderstood. Messages I never got the chance to explain. I still remembered standing in our penthouse while Manhattan glittered beyond the windows. “Who is he?” Harrison demanded. “There is no affair.” “Then explain these messages.” But he did not want an explanation. He wanted proof for the story already forming in his mind. Within months, lawyers stepped in. Trust disappeared. And our marriage ended. Now, five years later, we were sitting side by side forty thousand feet in the air. “You vanished,” Harrison said suddenly. “I moved on.” “Without taking a dollar.” “I didn’t want your money.” That seemed to bother him more than it should have. For hours, we drifted between silence and old pain. Neither of us admitted how much it still mattered. When the plane finally landed in Chicago, I felt relieved. I grabbed my bag and walked toward the terminal. Behind me, I could feel Harrison watching. Outside the airport, dark SUVs lined the curb. Executives. Drivers. Security teams. The kind of world Harrison still belonged to. Then a black Bentley pulled forward. The rear door opened. Three little boys jumped out. “Mom!” Their voices rang across the pickup area. Before I could even breathe, they were running toward me. One wrapped his arms around my waist. Another grabbed my hand. The youngest nearly knocked me backward with his hug. I laughed through sudden tears. “Hey, my sweet boys.” Then I looked up. Harrison had not moved. He stood frozen near the curb, his face completely pale. Because all three boys had my eyes. But they had his face. The same dark hair. The same smile. The same unmistakable Sterling features. For several long seconds, no one spoke. Then Harrison took one slow step forward. His voice barely came out. “Chloe…” I turned toward him. And for the first time in five years, I saw real fear in his eyes. Because he had just understood the impossible. The messages that ended our marriage had never been about another man. And from the way he stared at those boys, he was finally beginning to realize what he had truly lost... (I know you're all very curious about the next part, so if you want to read more, please leave a "YES" comment below!)..