I Caught My Husband in the Crypt and Buried Him Chapter 2

Every word felt like a needle driving into my heart.

We had been married for five years. Whenever Preston kissed me, it was always a brief, sterile peck. He always claimed he hated physical intimacy.

It wasn't that he wasn't used to it.

It was just that in his world, I was nothing more than the villainous first wife.

Well, if that was the case, I was going to play the villain to perfection.

After the massive feast, I looked at the relatives slipping into food comas and offered a sickly sweet proposal.

"Martha, everyone is exhausted. Let me handle the rest of the dirt."

Martha paused, clutching her silver rosary.

"By yourself? What if the soil isn't packed tight enough?"

I totally understood her concern for the old man's resting place. I gave her a reassuring smile and yelled toward the road.

"Bring it up!"

A deafening roar echoed through the trees. The crowd turned to see a massive, yellow backhoe excavator rumbling up the hill like a tank.

The comments went absolutely feral.

[What the actual fuck?! Is the wife psychotic? One scoop from that thing and our couple is dead!]

[Preston is freaking out down there! He's desperately clawing at the dirt trying to climb up!]

[Wait! What about Mia? She's still at the bottom!]

Thank god I had the foresight to call a heavy machinery crew while ordering the barbecue.

Martha's face broke into an approving smile.

"You always think ahead, Audrey. You might not be as sweet and obedient as Mia, but you did good today."

Declan wasn't smiling. He stared at the giant steel bucket, his face entirely drained of color.

"No! You can't use an excavator! Send them away right now!"

I raised an eyebrow. "What is your problem? Do you not want your father to rest in peace?"

The relatives turned to glare at him.

He stumbled back a step. "That's not what I meant..."

I didn't give him a second to breathe. "Or are you saying there's something hidden down there that you don't want us to see?"

Martha's eyes instantly lit up with greed. "Hidden? Like what? Did the old man stash his secret fortune down there?"

The relatives leaned in, their eyes gleaming.

Everyone knew the old patriarch was obsessed with hoarding gold and antique jewelry. It wasn't a stretch to think he took a secret stash to his grave.

I cleared my throat softly. "Well, you are his illegitimate son, Declan. He only called you and Preston into his room right before he died."

All eyes locked onto Declan's violently red face.

Martha, who would rather die than let a penny of family money go to a bastard son, scowled fiercely.

"Declan, you have always tried to steal what belongs to Preston. You better start talking right now."

"I... I'll tell you!"

Declan gulped, shooting a desperate glance at the rapidly filling burial plot. He clenched his teeth and made a wild gamble.

"Dad did bury a chest of gold down there!"

"You have to dig the dirt out! Please!"

The floating text was practically sweating bullets.

[We are so screwed! If they dig it up, the secret affair is completely exposed!]

[Well, we can't just sit here and watch them get buried alive! Better exposed than dead!]

[Wait, look! What is Preston doing?!]

Thud.

A heavy, muffled thud echoed from deep beneath the earth.

Everyone froze.