Betrayed by My Bestie, Saved by the Comments

At 11:00 pm, I've just locked my car and am about to walk away when rows of bright red comments appear right in front of my eyes.

"Warning! Your husband, whom you're still in a 30-day cooling-off period with, wants to kidnap you! He'll take nudes of you while livestreaming the entire process before mutilating you into chunks and flushing you down the sewers!"

"Well, this gold digger keeps swindling money from her husband while toying with his feelings relentlessly. Now, she even wants a portion of his assets by getting a divorce from him. Serves her right for being a target of revenge!"

I'm left feeling shell-shocked.

After all, I'm single as a Pringle. How the heck did I even have a husband, to begin with?

A pair of icy hands clamped around my neck before I could wrap my head around what was going on.

"Going somewhere? Don't you want to divorce me?"

Still bewildered by the sudden turn of events, I was dragged into a black van. The interior was pitch-black, but I could feel a pair of handcuffs being locked around my wrists.

When the door slammed shut, the hands wrapped around my neck once more.

My heart hammered against my chest, and my body began to shake uncontrollably when the air was slowly squeezed out of my lungs.

"I treat you so well, honey. Why do you insist on divorcing me?"

I mustered every bit of strength I had left and stammered, "T-There's been some sort of misunderstanding! I'm not married! And I'm not your wife!"

"What nonsense are you spouting, bitch?"

My words only enraged him, causing him to tighten his grip around my neck.

"Is she out of her mind? Why did she say that to him? Why would she tell him that she's not married when they're currently in their divorce cooling-off period? Her husband has a manic personality. She's practically digging her own grave by saying that."

"He might let her live if she calls off the divorce and concedes to him right now."

My head spun as I watched the red comments fly across my vision.

Although resentment and reluctance churned within me, I knew I couldn't continue being stubborn when it became increasingly difficult to breathe. I immediately began pleading with the man.

"Please let me go! I can call off the divorce! Let's talk about this. Just let me go first!"

The man paused, his grip around my neck loosening a little. "Are you serious? You're not lying to me, are you?"

"I'm being completely serious!" I exclaimed in a rush while gasping. "I was a fool. I didn't appreciate how good you were to me.

"You always treated me so well. You worked hard to be the breadwinner of the family and always put my needs first. I shouldn't have impulsively suggested that we get a divorce…"

My stomach twisted as I spouted those insincere words, but fortunately, the man slowly loosened his grip around my neck.

I collapsed onto the seat, gasping for breath. The back of my shirt was drenched with sweat.

The man remained silent for a moment before he got up and moved to the vacant seat opposite mine.

Despite the darkness that surrounded us, I could sense his murderous gaze fixed on me.