For Twenty Years, My Husband Brought Me a “Soothing Herbal Tea” Every Night — But When I Finally Discovered What Was Really Inside, His Life Became the True Nightmare

The Ritual

For twenty years, my husband never missed a single evening.
Every night, just before I went to bed, he would appear in the doorway carrying a delicate porcelain cup that released a faint fragrance of mint and chamomile.

“Your tea, darling,” he would say, his voice soft and reassuring.
I would smile, take it from his hands, and drink.