Chapter 1

The Poisoned Truth

The stray cat I brought home hated my husband.

Every time David handed me a warm glass of milk, Mittens would leap up and knock it over.

After a few times, David told me to get rid of the cat.

So, I had no choice but to drop it off at my best friend Chloe’s place.

That night, just as I was about to drink my milk, Chloe called.

"Sarah! This cat is incredible! It knocks over anything if it gets near mercury, that chemical poison, and it arches its back and hisses!"

I froze, my gaze darting to David, who was staring at me from across the room…

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"What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is the milk too hot?"

David fixed his gaze on me, slowly closing the distance.

I’d been having trouble sleeping, and he made me a cup of warm milk every night.

If what Chloe said was true, then…

My hand, holding the mug, trembled slightly. I forced myself to calm down.

"It does feel a bit hot. Maybe you can check the temperature for me?"

I extended the mug right under his nose.

David’s smile froze on his face.

Then, a sudden realization hit me:

I’d been on speakerphone when Chloe called.

The air seemed to solidify in an instant.

We just stared at each other, motionless.

Suddenly, the mug slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor.

"So clumsy. Now you can’t even have any, even if you wanted to."

David managed a strained smile, a hint of accusation in his voice.

But I heard a distinct sigh of relief in his tone.

The moment he turned to fetch a broom,

A wave of bitter realization washed over me.

However passionate our love once was,

The pain I felt now was just as real, just as piercing.

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