At 64,s. I Married a 31-Year-Old Man. Six Months Later, I Noticed That Every Evening He Secretly Added Something to My Drink and Insisted I Finish Every Last Drop. One Night, I Refused to Drink It and Took the Bottle to a Laboratory. When the Doctor Saw the Results, He Turned Pale, Immediately Closed the Door, and Asked, “MA’AM, DOES YOUR HUSBAND KNOW YOU’RE HERE?”

“Yes, I’m still doing it. But we’re running out of time. If this continues, we could lose her.”

Terrified, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

 

 

The next evening, I decided not to drink what he prepared.

 

When Daniel turned away, I poured the contents of my cup into a small container.

 

The following morning, after he left for work, I took the sample to a private laboratory.

 

Two days later, I received a phone call.

 

 

“Mrs. Margaret, the doctor needs to see you immediately.”

 

When I entered his office, the doctor was studying the results.

 

Then his face suddenly turned pale.

 

He stood up, closed the door, and asked:

 

“MA’AM, DOES YOUR HUSBAND KNOW YOU’RE HERE?”

 

“No,” I whispered.

 

“Please, tell me. Is he trying to kill me?”