Today is the first anniversary of my marriage with my husband.

We originally planned to celebrate, but something came up at his company, and he had to go on a business trip out of town.

I was bored and could only go to bed early to rest.

But I was startled awake in the middle of the night.

I found an unfamiliar man imitating my husband's voice, asking me to open the door.

Trembling, I picked up the phone and called my husband.

"Honey, th-there's a strange man outside our door... he says he's you."

After hearing this, my husband told me not to worry, he had already called the police.

Before the police arrived, he told me not to open the door and that he would rush back immediately.

After hearing my husband's words, I felt a lot more at ease.

I clutched the phone, curled up in a corner, and kept my eyes fixed on the door.

Constantly praying for the police to arrive quickly.

Another sound of the doorknob turning came from outside the door.

And the angry voice of the man cursing.

My heart leaped to my throat, and I didn't dare to make a sound.

Before long, the man left the door.

I just breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor.

Oh no!

I remembered there was an axe in the storage room.

Occasionally, my husband would make some small furniture, so we have a full set of woodworking tools at home.

I instantly realized what this man intended to do.

Before I could react, the door to the room was smashed open by the axe.

The man's face was shrouded in darkness, a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Hi, honey, I'm back!"

Everything went black before my eyes, and I fainted.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, bathing me in warmth.

I opened my eyes and looked around.

The first thing I saw was the white sheets, the breeze gently blowing the curtains, and a scene of peace and tranquility.

The door showed no signs of damage.

What's going on? Could it be that everything last night was just a dream?

At that moment, the door opened, and my husband walked in with a glass of water.

"You're awake!" My husband sat by the bed, gently stroking my hair.

After the frightening experience last night, seeing my husband by my side made tears stream down my face.

"Honey, you're finally back!"

I threw myself into my husband's arms, holding his neck tightly.

My husband gently patted my back to comfort me.

When I finally calmed down, I hurriedly grabbed my husband's hand and asked, "What happened? Where's that man? Did they catch him?"

My husband looked into my eyes and said calmly, "The police checked the surveillance. No one broke into our house last night."

I was shocked.

No, that's impossible!

The experience last night was so vivid, it couldn't be fake.

My husband sighed deeply, his gentle face full of concern.

"Did you forget to take your medication again?"

I stayed silent.

Yes, ever since the miscarriage, I had postpartum depression and needed medication.

But I knew that everything last night wasn't just my imagination.

Wanting to explain, my husband already placed the medication and water in front of me.

Seeing the worry on his face, I had no choice but to take the medication.

After taking the medication, my husband stayed with me in bed to rest.

In the middle of the night, another urgent knock sounded at the door.