“Sir, your wife was involved in an unexpected situation during a car ride just an hour ago.” A police officer knocked on Marco Christian’s door. But when he insisted his wife was upstairs asleep, what they discovered in the bedroom left everyone speechless.

The Prison Below

Beneath them, Jenny woke in a soundproof room, a monitor showing the scene upstairs. She watched her husband act the grieving spouse, saw Wesley feign concern, and witnessed Ivan, the accountant, crumble when “federal agents” presented fake evidence.

“You see?” Marco’s voice echoed through the intercom. “The moment things got risky, Wesley let you vanish. That’s the man you chose after sixteen years.”

A week later, Wesley made his fatal mistake. In panic, he accessed the hidden accounts and attempted to transfer the funds. Real police stormed his apartment, arresting him with damning evidence.

Jenny could only watch as her world collapsed—even her own funeral, with an empty casket, where Marco gave a moving eulogy