A chill ran through me. Only one thought echoed in my head: why is my husband putting something in my tea?

That day, of course, I didn’t drink the tea. Instead, I decided to stay silent and observe. But how could I find out the truth?

I chose not to confront him yet and not to show that I knew. For several days I carefully watched my husband. And then I noticed something strange: every morning he put something only into my cup.