I wanted to call my husband, but I found that there was no one next to me.

Where did my husband go?

I didn't have time to think about it, there were more pressing matters at hand.

After last night's experience, I moved everything that could be used as a barricade behind the door.

After completing all of this, my nervous heart finally calmed down a bit.

Outside the door, I continued to hear the voice that sounded just like my husband, continuously shouting, "Wife, open the door!"

That voice, like a haunting echo, kept reverberating in my mind.

The blood vessels in my brain felt like they were about to burst!

Finally, I couldn't help but shout, "Shut up!"

I don't know if my shout stunned him, but the voice outside the door finally disappeared.

I remained rooted to the spot on the ground, holding a wooden stick in my hand, staring at the door.

Fearful that in the next moment, a ghostly figure would emerge from behind the door.

Until the sky turned pale, I ran out of energy and fell asleep.

During this sleep, I slept very restlessly.

In my dreams, I was constantly being chased by that figure.

I woke up and found that the room had been cleaned spotlessly.

The items I had moved last night had been put back in place without a trace.

My body couldn't stop trembling, and my hands and feet became as cold as ice.

I can no longer tell whether all of this was my imagination or actually happened.

At this moment, my husband walked in with a bowl of chicken soup.

Seeing that I was awake, he smiled at me indulgently, "Lazy little pig, get up quickly. I made you a bowl of chicken soup early in the morning, drink it while it's hot."

Like grasping at a life-saving straw, I grabbed my husband's arm and said, "Husband, that man came knocking on the door again last night, where did you go?"

My husband looked puzzled, "I slept in bed all night, I didn't hear any knocking on the door. Honey, were you half asleep?" he said, and then he pinched my cheek.

"No, I really heard it, he kept calling me to open the door, he kept calling..."

With bloodshot eyes, I shouted at my husband.

Seemingly scared by me, my husband kept comforting me. Finally, at my strong request, he looked at the surveillance footage in the house.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing!

In the footage, there was no one outside the room, there was no man at all!

How could this be? Could it all be my imagination?

Seeing me in a daze, my husband suggested going to our hometown for a change of scenery.

Maybe a change of environment would help with my condition.

I looked at my exhausted husband and thought about how he had been taking care of me since my miscarriage. He hadn't had much rest either, so I nodded in agreement.

My husband happily went to arrange the travel arrangements.

I took out the suitcase and started packing clothes for the trip.

Suddenly, my husband's phone, which he had left in the room, vibrated.

I took a look and saw that it was a WeChat message from his female secretary.

Just as I was about to open it, my husband walked in.

Seeing the phone in my hand, he smiled and said, "I was just about to book the plane tickets and realized I forgot my phone. I'm going to check the flight schedules now."

I calmly handed the phone back to my husband and said, "It's a message from Feifei."

As he read the message, my husband explained to me, "I rushed back from a business trip overnight and left Feifei to handle things with our business partner. She's reporting on the progress of the collaboration."

I nodded and continued packing my luggage.

Feifei was someone I brought up.

Since I became pregnant, I resigned as the CEO of the company and handed over the company's affairs to my husband. I also gave him my capable staff and connections.

Among them, Feifei's work ability was outstanding and she was promoted to the position of chief secretary by my husband.

In this past year, my husband has managed the company very well, so I trust him.

"Wife, I still have to go back to the company in the afternoon to take care of some follow-up matters. After we're done, we can set off," my husband said as he hugged my waist and kissed my neck.

I closed my eyes and softly replied, "Mm," enjoying this moment of tenderness.

After my husband left, I continued packing my luggage.

Underneath the suitcase, I found several pieces of broken wood chips.

I looked at the wood chips that were the same material and color as the door, and my legs trembled uncontrollably.