Chapter 2

The comment section was already blowing up.

【Is OP writing a thriller novel here?】

【I swear I’ve seen this exact plot on a true crime podcast.】

【Bro, does your wife know you’re fantasizing about her death on here? Lmao.】

【Someone call the cops, this guy is giving off major psycho vibes.】

But a few comments made a chill run down my spine.

【Wait, OP’s IP is in Riverdale? The bay bridge? Is he talking about the suspension bridge?】

【What time did OP post this? What time is it now? If you do the math, isn't the time almost up?】

【Holy crap, is anyone going to go check on this??】

I stared at the screen, my hands shaking.

Not out of fear.

But because—

My husband, Julian, was born and raised in Riverdale.

We lived in the Riverdale district.

Every single morning, I drank a glass of warm milk he prepared for me.

I did plan to drive and pick up our daughter today.

And that suspension bridge was the only route to her school.

I raised my head and looked toward the kitchen.

Julian was washing the dishes, his back to me. His shoulder blades moved slightly with his motions.

We had been married for five years. Every morning, he got up earlier than me to make breakfast and warm up my milk.

Everyone envied me, saying I married the most perfect, loving man in the world.

"All done?" He turned around and smiled at me. "Want another glass?"

"N-No, thank you," I said, my voice sounding incredibly dry.

He walked over and took the empty glass from my hand.

As he passed by, he naturally placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Come back early today. I’ll make your favorite lasagna for dinner."

I nodded.

The moment he walked back into the kitchen, I grabbed my phone and reopened the Reddit thread.

Post time: 7:03 AM.

Current time: 7:48 AM.

The post said she would drive to pick up the kid in three hours.

That would be around ten o'clock.

I looked at the clock on the wall, then out the window—

Our car, a silver Toyota, was parked in the driveway below.

Julian had taken it in for maintenance last week.

He told me it was just a routine checkup.

Only now did I remember that the mechanic shop he used was owned by Marcus, his childhood best friend.

I dialed my daughter's preschool.

"Miss Chloe, what time does Lily get dismissed today?"

"Dismissal is at 4:20 PM as usual, Maya. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, just checking. Thank you."

4:20 PM.

The post said she would go pick up the kid.

But my pickup time was in the afternoon.

Unless—

My phone suddenly vibrated.

It was an iMessage from Julian:

【Hey babe, can you pick up my mom today? She suddenly decided to come visit Lily. Her train gets to the station at 11:30 AM.】

【You should drive. I have to meet a client this afternoon.】

11:30 AM.

To get to the train station by then, I would have to cross the suspension bridge at exactly ten o'clock.

Holding my phone, I stared at the message, my entire body turning cold.

Julian’s mother had visited us three months ago.

She gets terrible motion sickness and absolutely hates traveling.

Why would she suddenly want to visit her granddaughter now?

And the train station—

To get there, taking the suspension bridge was unavoidable.

I slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the car.

The silver Toyota gleamed under the morning sun.

It looked completely normal.

But if that Reddit post was true...

I took a deep breath, opened my phone, and tapped back into the thread.

I scrolled down to the latest update.

It was from OP.

【7:52 AM. She finished the milk. Now she’s going to change her clothes.】

My hand clenched around my phone so hard my knuckles turned white.

I had indeed just finished the milk.

I was indeed about to go change.

I whipped my head around.

In the kitchen, Julian was still washing dishes.

The sound of running water filled the air.

His back was toward me, his shoulders relaxed.

But then, I noticed a detail—

His phone was sitting right on the counter next to the stove.

The screen was lit.

I couldn't read the text from this distance, but I could see the layout—

It was Reddit.

In Dark Mode.

The exact same interface I was looking at.