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My spouse, who had always indulged me, donned a Santa outfit to entertain his female assistant and elicit her laughter.
He deceived my grandmother into consuming a sleeping aid and confined her in an automobile with the heating on. Sadly, she perished from intoxication.
I phoned him repeatedly, but received no response.
Concurrently, the female assistant's online broadcast attracted thousands of viewers who observed as "Santa" lavishly presented her with 1,001 gifts in a public display of adoration.
The following day, he finally sent me a message: [Darling, I apologize, an urgent task arose and I had to leave for a business trip. I can't be with you for Christmas! I've arranged tonight's citywide fireworks display, wishing you and grandmother a joyous Christmas!]
I remained with my grandmother's remains throughout the night, gazing at the brilliant pyrotechnics outside.
At daybreak, I noticed the assistant post a collection of nine images on social media featuring the two of them observing the aurora borealis. The caption read: [You always recall every small desire of mine. I'll cherish you for eternity!]
My emotions turned completely numb. After laying grandmother to rest, I contacted that enigmatic number.
"Miss Natalie, are you certain you've decided to participate in the classified national experiment? If you join, your identity will be erased and you'll be unable to communicate with the outside world for five years," someone stated.
I answered with calm determination, "I confirm my decision to participate!"

Betrayed by Santa, My Husband's Christmas Eve Deception

"What's the matter with you? Haven't you realized she's expecting?" Josh's words trailed off as he spotted me. "Natalie ... How come you're here?"


His gaze flickered with unease and alarm, "Natalie, please don't jump to conclusions. She's merely my assistant and because she's pregnant without anyone to support her, I'm simply fulfilling my responsibility as her employer ..."


He moved towards me, trying to clarify, but Tatiana moaned in discomfort behind him, "My belly is aching ..." she complained softly.


Josh halted mid-stride, his face contorting with concern, "I'll provide a full explanation later, Natalie," he said regretfully before turning to lift Tatiana in his arms and rushing towards the maternity ward.


Tatiana peered over his shoulder, giving me a triumphant grin, "You've been defeated."


That evening, Josh didn't return home. For the first time ever, he didn't even send a message.


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