My Husband Turned into a Pig

Sure enough, the hotel told me that David had just sent a message canceling the service.

“Mrs. Dunn, if you still want someone to come to you, it’ll be at least a three-hour wait. We’re fully booked currently.”

[I love a smart David. That move was genius. The transformation lasts two hours. All they have to do is distract Lily until they turn back into humans. Then, the chefs will be useless.]

[Haha! I bet David will even find a way to turn it around and make Lily feel guilty.]

I looked down at David. He let out a series of smug and triumphant grunts.

I could not understand him, but thankfully, the viewers could.

[Wow, they’re literally plotting her downfall right now!]

[Haha! They’re so mean. They’re saying that once they change back, they’re going to make her pay.]

[Check out Sarah’s idea! She wants to use drugs to drive Lily mad!]

[That’s so smart! They’ll bribe the people in the mental asylum to make sure she never leaves, and then David will get to inherit everything as her spouse!]

[Surely, I’m not the only one thinking that these two have the best relationship ever? David looks at Sarah with such devotion. He thinks Sarah’s idea is brilliant too!]

I did not see the romantic devotion that the comments were talking about. I only saw the raw malice in those pigs’ eyes.

If these were the “heroes” of the story, then the world was truly broken!

Toby stood in front of the pigs and looked up at me expectantly.

“See, Mom? They’re so cute. We can’t eat them, can we?”

I smiled but said coldly, “They’re so cute. That’s exactly why they’ll be delicious. We aren’t having a simple roast by the hotel chefs anymore. We’re having...

“A traditional backyard hog slaughter!”

I recorded a quick video of the two pigs and posted it with a caption.

[If you know how to butcher, come over now. If you help me prep, you eat for free!]

I threw some money at the post to boost it to the top of the local feed.

Soon enough, the comments section was flooded with responses about coming over to help with the preparation.

People from nearby could not wait any longer and immediately drove to where I was.

Within thirty minutes, my yard was crawling with eager foodies.

A man stepped forward and said, “I’ve been a professional butcher for fifteen years. Where are your pigs? I’ll deal with them!”

I pointed to the pigs in the cage. “Those two.”

The man reached in and hoisted David up. “A bit small, but look at that tender skin. These are going to taste amazing!”

David flailed wildly in the air after hearing that.

Sarah was scared too. She retreated to the furthest corner of the cage. She was shivering so hard she could barely move.

[The plot is literally going up in flames. Is David really going to be the first hero in history to be turned into BBQ?]

[I’m out. This is too much. He’s literally a dead pig walking.]

[Toby, do something! Stop them before they end up in a stew!]

[How can Toby stop this? Lily’s determined to make them into a feast. Are you suggesting that Toby tell her the truth?]

The comments were a blur of panic. Toby walked to me reluctantly.

“Mom, you can’t eat them. This pig is my…”