And then the night came when the smell became so strong, I could barely sleep. Every time I lay down, I felt like something was rotting under the bed.
A very strong sense of fear.
One night, Miguel said he had to go to Cebu for a three-day business trip.
He pulled his suitcase to the door and kissed me on the forehead.
“Make sure the door is locked.”
I nodded, but there was a strange feeling in my chest.
As the door closed and the sound of his footsteps in the hallway gradually faded, the whole house became very quiet.
I stared at the door for a long time.
Then I slowly turned my gaze back to the bed in our bedroom.
Suddenly, my heart was beating faster.
An idea popped into my head — and in that moment, I knew I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“Something is wrong… I need to know the truth.”
I pulled the mattress to the middle of the floor.
My hand trembled as I held the cutter.
I took a deep breath.
And I made the first cut.
As soon as the mattress fabric separated, a strong foul smell suddenly evaporated from my face.
I grabbed my nose and coughed loudly.
My heart was pounding.
It can’t be… Why does it smell like this inside the mattress?
I cut it even bigger.
The foam was slowly coming out of the inside.
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