At our anniversary dinner, I saw my husband slip something into my glass. Uneasy, I quietly swapped it with his sister’s. Minutes later, she collapsed. Panic erupted. I followed him outside and heard him whisper, “She wasn’t supposed to drink it… I swapped the glasses.” My fears were confirmed—he meant to poison me.

I stayed silent, gathered evidence, and played the loving wife. A week later, I set a trap. As he raised another glass, police burst in. He was arrested. But in jail, he claimed his sister was the true target.

Digging deeper, I uncovered their conspiracy—both plotting my demise. And behind them? A shadowy network called “M.O.”

I infiltrated it.

Now, I control lives from the shadows. But one day, I found a photo of myself asleep—and a note: “You are not the first.”

Now I wait, nameless, watching the watchers. Because the real game has only just begun.