Chapter 1: The 100 Challenges

I stumbled onto my wife’s secret account by accident—and what I found made my skin crawl.

She was playing some twisted viral game. The rules were simple, but sick: 100 challenges designed to ruin your partner, one task more brutal than the last.

Challenge 1: Kick him once. Completed.

Challenge 2: Pull out three of his hairs. Completed.

Challenge 3: Punch him once. Completed.

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Challenge 51: Kiss someone of the opposite sex. Completed.

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By the time I reached the end, my palms were slick with sweat. My gut twisted tighter with every scroll.

Challenge 100: Kill him.

Pending.

After digging deeper, I realized this was the infamous “100 Challenges to Destroy Your Partner” game I’d heard about on some sketchy overseas message board. The logic behind it was warped—promoting the idea that loving yourself means hurting the one closest to you, step by step.

The challenges got uglier as they went. Past 30, there was blood. At 50, cheating. After 80, things went totally off the rails.

Whoever invented these tasks had to be sick. Morality, laws, basic decency—none of it mattered here.

But I didn’t care how it started. What mattered was that Lillian—my wife—was already deep in this game.

The proof was in the posts. Photos, videos, receipts for every completed challenge.

Challenge 51 was the one that hit me hardest: she kissed another man. The photo was blurry, but the shape of her jaw, the curve of her neck—I knew them better than my own reflection. Was this really her? My Lillian? I wanted to believe it was a trick of the light, a deepfake, anything but the truth. But there she was, giving her most intimate side to someone else.

Challenge 52: Tell another man you don’t love him. Completed.

Challenge 53: Tell another man his most embarrassing secret. Completed.

Challenge 54: Make a sexual joke to another man. Completed.

All three had the same video. Dim light, car interior. A man reclined in the passenger seat while she leaned in, voice low and teasing: “I don’t love him at all. I could never marry someone like him. Just thinking about it makes me sick. You know, he’s not even a man—he’s just an animal. By the way, I bought new stockings. Do you like them? If you want to see, I’ll let you see as much as you want…”

I’d never heard Lillian talk like that before. It was like she’d handed her real self to someone else, saving only the shell for me.

My fists clenched, jaw tight. My thoughts spun out, wild and red, my whole body boiling from the inside out.

I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. I kept scrolling.

Challenge 55: Lean on another man on purpose. Completed.

Challenge 56: Show another man your sexiest underwear. Completed.

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Challenge 60: Tell another man your favorite position. Completed.

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Challenge 70: Hold hands with another man and walk down a busy street. Completed.

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Challenge 80: Spend the night with another man, but nothing should happen. Completed.

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Challenge 90: Sleep with another man. Pending.

Suddenly, the page refreshed.

Challenge 90: Sleep with another man. Completed.