Oops, I Let a Bear Eat Him
I hid behind a thick tree trunk and watched silently as a grizzly bear attacked my husband.
In my previous life, I was a guide. I led my husband—an environmental photographer—and his female colleague into a nature reserve to film wildlife. While scouting the route, I discovered a nursing grizzly bear and immediately warned them not to take any photos and to retreat slowly.
To my shock, they intentionally bumped into me, causing my right leg to be cut and bleed. The scent of blood enraged the bear, and it charged straight at me, sinking its massive jaws into my abdomen.
After the bear left, my husband calmly stripped me of all my equipment. Then, wrapping his arms around his female colleague, he kissed her. He turned to me with a sinister smile creeping across his face.
"Kate," he said, "I'll be honest. I never loved you. You're dying. Now, all your assets will be mine."
I bled out and died.
When I opened my eyes again, it was the morning of the day we entered the mountains.
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