Marriage With A Evil Heart

The faces of my husband and Sherry kept flashing in my mind, and I tried to confirm my suspicions, but deep down, I was desperately denying them.

I couldn’t accept this fact no matter how hard I tried.

I believe Robert has always loved me.

From getting to know each other to falling in love, to having this home and our three adorable babies, he had always been caring and devoted to me. In these ten years, we had never had a single argument, and his tender affection made me firmly believe that he could never do such a thing to me.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

But if it were Sherry, it wouldn’t be possible either.

I didn’t even know her before she came to our family, and the salary she received was definitely among the best in the industry.

I had recruited her from a domestic service company. She was two years older than me, and she had entered this line of work right after graduating from high school, becoming a gold-medal domestic helper.

At that time, my husband seemed somewhat dissatisfied. He quietly asked me, “Isn’t she too young and unreliable?”

“What’s wrong with being young? It looks much more comfortable, and she gets things done quickly and efficiently! She’s a gold-medal domestic helper, aren’t you being too picky?” I teasingly retorted, “If anyone should be worried, it should be me!”

He affectionately pinched my face, saying, “What are you thinking? Don’t talk nonsense!” Then he pulled me into his arms and compromised in my ear, “Fine, if you like her, it’s okay. After all, she’s here to help you. She’s the one with you every day. I’m just afraid she’s too young and won’t last long before we have to replace her. That would be troublesome!”

I didn’t expect Sherry to stay for almost eight years. As I reflected on these eight years of harmonious interaction, sometimes like family, how could she possibly poison me through my medicine?

Moreover, if it was her, wouldn’t Robert notice that something was wrong with my condition after taking the medicine? Wouldn’t he suspect the effectiveness of the medicine? Wouldn’t he…

I couldn’t make sense of it, and didn’t know where the problem lay.

Perhaps I didn’t drink that bowl of medicine, or maybe it was just my excessive fear, but one thing was certain-I had abandoned my usual drowsiness. Every cell in my body seemed to explode, and I was in an extreme state of excitement.

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What a long night!

What puzzled me even more was that throughout the entire night, no one came to observe my condition, and no one asked if I had eaten. I seemed to understand a little; these days, I sleep alone in loneliness every day. Robert’s concern for me didn’t seem as genuine as it appeared. Just like tonight, the care I had anticipated from him never materialized. Has he become accustomed to my current state?

As the day gradually brightened, Button, who had been sleeping soundly in the quilt, also slowly regained consciousness.

At first, its gaze was unfocused, and it weakly meowed.

Then, after a while, it started moving its limbs. After another moment, it stretched forcefully, rolled over, curled up its limbs, nestled beside me, and returned to its original sleeping position. However, it still looked sluggish, lacking energy, and seemed not fully awake.

This situation was remarkably similar to my state every time I woke up, deepening my suspicions.

Helplessly, I pulled Button into my arms, burying my face in its soft fur, silently crying.

I didn’t understand why this was happening. Who was treating me like this?

After a while, I raised my face, gritted my teeth, and told myself that I couldn’t just wait and see; I had to find the truth!

And I was well aware that if I wanted to figure out who administered this medicine and what their purpose was, I had to pretend to be asleep!