I sat curled up in a corner of our room, crying my eyes out. I didn't know for how long I have being sitting there and crying, but the evidence of my dress being soaked with tears told me it has been long.
Ivan might try to kill my husband. He might locked him up. But I did the worse. I poisoned him. I poisoned my husband.
How could I poisoned my own husband?
I thought Regan was kidding when he told me that the food was poisoned. The food I brought for him and forced him to eat.
I didn't know the one which was poisoned. I have literally been bringing food to him. But seeing the effect of the poison, it dawned on me that it was the breakfast I told Lisa to pack for me.
I couldn't believe it.
