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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

Six years had passed, and Josh was unrecognizable. Once impeccably groomed, he now sported unkempt hair, a scruffy beard, and vacant eyes.


He turned towards me as he heard a sound, his gaze meeting mine silently, tears welling up.


The short-haired woman before him bore little resemblance to the kind-hearted Natalie he once knew.


With a smile, he said, "Natalie, you've come back at last. I've been here waiting for you all along!"


I set down the bouquet at Grandma's resting place and gently cleaned her headstone. Even after six years, the pain and anger of losing Grandma remained fresh.


I responded, "Josh, I believe we have nothing more to discuss! You saved my life, but you're responsible for Grandma's passing. The resentment between us runs too deep. It's best if we never cross paths again!"


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