I send my mother 1.5 million pesos every month to help care for my wife after she gave birth. But one day, when I came home earlier than expected, I discovered her secretly eating a bowl of spoiled rice mixed with fish heads and bones. What I uncovered afterward was even more disturbing. That afternoon, the power suddenly went out at the company, so our boss let everyone leave early around 11 a.m. I thought it would be the perfect chance to surprise my wife. On the drive back to Guadalajara, I stopped at a supermarket near San Juan de Dios Market and bought a carton of imported milk. The doctor had recommended that kind of milk to help her recover more quickly after childbirth. I imagined how happy she would be to see me home early, and the thought put me in a good mood. But when I arrived, I noticed the front door was slightly open. The house felt unusually quiet. Maybe the baby had finally fallen asleep after crying earlier. My mother was probably out walking in the nearby park or chatting with the neighbors like she often did in the mornings. I quietly stepped inside, set the milk on the table, and headed toward the kitchen to warm some food for my wife. But when I reached the doorway… I stopped dead. Hue was sitting hunched in the corner of the table, moving nervously and quickly. In front of her was a large bowl. She was eating fast, almost swallowing each bite without chewing. Tears slid down her face as she wiped them away with the back of her hand. Every few seconds she glanced toward the door as if she was afraid someone might catch her. I frowned. Why was she eating in secret? Was she hiding something unhealthy from me? I hurried into the kitchen and spoke sharply. “What are you doing sneaking food like that? Are you eating something you shouldn’t again?” Hue jumped so suddenly that the spoon slipped from her hand and clattered onto the floor. When she saw me, her face drained of color. She quickly tried to cover the bowl with her hand and stammered nervously, “H-honey… why are you home so early? I… I was just having lunch…” I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached forward and took the bowl from her hands. The moment I looked inside… my heart nearly stopped. There was no normal meal inside. Just stale rice mixed with dried fish heads and sharp bones—something you wouldn’t even serve to a person. A cold chill spread through my entire body. I had been sending my mother 1.5 million pesos every month so she could properly take care of my wife while she recovered after giving birth. So why… was my wife secretly eating something like this? In that moment, a frightening suspicion began forming in my mind.

adminonApril 9, 2026