I came home early and caught my wife dripping a red liquid into my sick mother’s porridge. “You witch!” I screamed, dragging her to the police station. She stayed silent. The lab results came back an hour later. It wasn’t poison. It was my wife’s own bl00d—and the doctor’s next words made me realize I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.
Chapter 1: The Sterile Cage The air in our house didn’t smell like home anymore. It smelled of chlorhexidine, despair, and the sweet, cloying rot of a body shutting down. I sat in the armchair in the corner of the living room, a medical journal open on my lap, though the words swam before my…
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