Ex husband wants my new body

**Third person**

"Today is the day you die," Adam growled, his voice laced with venom as he walked towards his pregnant wife, Ashley.

Ashley, whose back was facing him, turned to look at him. 

"Oh Adam, it's you." She gave him a casual smile, clearly ignorant of what Adam had planned for the night. 

Then she shut her eyes briefly and took a relaxing breath, allowing the cold night breeze to brush her skin for a few seconds before opening them back.

"The view here is wonderful, isn't it?" She pointed out. "It's really scary how the ocean can be so dark." 

Today was her twenty-fifth birthday, and she'd decided to celebrate it on her luxurious ship with friends. 

The lighting on this side of the ship was dim, and so she missed the icy glare on Adam's face.

Adam took a step towards her, a smirk plastered across his face. "I'm really glad you like the view, it would have been a shame if you didn't. Especially since this is the last view you'll ever enjoy."

"Oh, don't say that. We'll definitely visit other beautiful..." 

The words died in her mouth when she spotted two men appear from the darkness. They immediately restrained her arms.

"What's going on here?" She barked, confusion etched all over her face. 

They'd loosened their grip on her now, but she was caged in a corner of the ship.

"Even if you scream, no one can save you. Everyone on this ship is fast asleep, thanks to spiked drinks," Adam explained, a cruel smirk twisting his face.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Her gaze darted from the men in front of her to her lovely husband, Adam.

Adam clenched his jaw. "Didn't you hear what I said earlier? Today is your last day," he yelled, unable to contain his anger.

Her naivety irritated him to the core.

She was silent, still trying to process what he had said.

Adam moved a bit closer, into the light, and the frosty look on his face made Ashley tremble slightly.

Was this some sort of birthday present?

It had to be.

"My last day?" She echoed, fear creeping into her voice. "What do you mean?"

"Look at me!" Adam shouted. "Do you think I deserve an obese woman like you?" He spat, his face contorting with disgust. 

Tears involuntarily streamed down Ashley's cheeks, and her trembling hands clutched the cold rails of the ship. Four months pregnant, she couldn't grasp what her husband was saying.

Was she dreaming? 

"Me?" she finally managed to whisper, her voice shaking.

He raked his fingers through his hair frustratedly. "Oh goodness, who else could I be talking to? Aren't you shapeless and ugly?"

Ashley swallowed; his words cut deep like a knife. 

"But... But Adam," she stuttered. "You said that you didn't want me wearing makeup or even going to a beauty salon because other men will..."

"Shut up, woman!" Adam's harsh tone cut through. 

Where had she gone wrong? 

"S-Sorry," she struggled to murmur. "Whatever the problem is, we can..."

"No need to apologize," Adam interrupted, a murderous glint in his eyes. "I'll manage the company well while you're gone." 

Ashley noticed the look on his face, and a shiver coursed down her spine.

Adam wasn't bluffing? He was actually going to kill her?

Her eyes scanned the surroundings anxiously, but there was no escape.

"But, why?" She pleaded, her face a mask of confusion and terror.

For the past three years of their marriage, she's been the perfect, obedient, and understanding wife.

If Adam needed anything done, all he had to do was ask.

"Why?" she repeated, a touch louder this time. If she was going to die, she at least deserved to know.

His gaze shifted to the shadows, and from there, a figure emerged. 

As it stepped closer, Ashley recognized her sister, Karen.

"Karen!" Ashley called out, relief washing over her. "Please, call for help!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice. "It's Adam... I don't know why, but he's trying to..."