So whenever people asked why such a young, wealthy man would marry a woman my age, I simply smiled.
Because I believed he truly loved me.
At first, our marriage felt like a fairy tale.
Daniel brought me flowers, prepared breakfast, and never allowed me to carry anything heavy.
But six months later, I noticed a strange habit.
Every evening, he personally prepared my favorite warm drink.
“Drink it, sweetheart. You’ll feel better,” he would say.
Sometimes he even sat across from me and waited until I had completely emptied my cup.
At first, I considered it an act of love.
Until one evening, I returned to the kitchen unexpectedly and saw him adding something from a small, dark bottle to my drink.
Daniel noticed me and immediately slipped the bottle into his pocket.
