The next evening, I decided not to drink what he prepared.
When Daniel turned away, I poured the contents of my cup into a small container.
The following morning, after he left for work, I took the sample to a private laboratory.
Two days later, I received a phone call.
“Mrs. Margaret, the doctor needs to see you immediately.”
When I entered his office, the doctor was studying the results.
Then his face suddenly turned pale.
He stood up, closed the door, and asked:
“MA’AM, DOES YOUR HUSBAND KNOW YOU’RE HERE?”
“No,” I whispered.
“Please, tell me. Is he trying to kill me?”
The doctor stared at me silently.
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