At 64, I married a 31-year-old man. Six months later, I discovered that every night he secretly added something to my drink and insisted I drink it down to the last drop. One night, I refused to drink it and took a sample to a lab. When the doctor saw the results, he turned pale, immediately closed the door, and asked me, “MA’AM, DOES YOUR HUSBAND KNOW YOU’RE HERE?”

He got up, closed the door, and asked me:

—MA’AM, DOES YOUR HUSBAND KNOW YOU’RE HERE?

“No,” I whispered.

—Please tell me… Are you trying to kill me?

The doctor stared at me, silently.

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“Your drink contains a substance that can cause considerable drowsiness and weakness. But what’s especially strange is that the sample also contains other compounds. We need to find out where they came from.”

I felt like my legs were about to give out.

—So my husband is poisoning me?

—I can’t reach that conclusion. But until we understand what’s happening, don’t drink it again.

I returned home terrified.

And that night I witnessed something even more disturbing.The door to Daniel’s office was ajar.

I heard his voice from inside.

—I can’t wait any longer. We have to put an end to this tomorrow.

He paused and continued:

—She doesn’t know anything.

And I want it to stay that way until the very last moment.

I froze.

That night, Daniel brought me my drink again.

—Drink it, darling.

-I don’t want to.

His expression turned serious.

—Margaret, please. Tonight is especially important.

-Because?

He did not respond.

For the first time, I saw something in his eyes that truly frightened me.

Despair.

When Daniel fell asleep, I took his phone.

Among his messages I found one that said:

“Tomorrow at 10 a.m. Everything is ready. Please make sure Margaret doesn’t suspect anything.”

The message had been sent by a doctor.

And Daniel’s response was even more disturbing.

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes. Even if he hates me afterwards.”

That night I decided to leave.

But the next morning, as I was going downstairs with my suitcase, Daniel was already waiting for me in the lobby.

He looked at my suitcase and then at my face.

You’ve figured everything out, haven’t you?

I started to tremble.

—Don’t come near me.

He stopped immediately.

—Margaret, I can explain it to you.

“You’ve been putting something in my drink every night. I took it to a lab. I know what you’ve done.”

Daniel’s face went completely white.

—Did you go to a laboratory?

I nodded.