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The Poison in My Chest

作者: Osarumwense Osakue
last update 最終更新日: 2025-04-05 18:28:42

Michael’s POV

I didn’t expect those words from him.

Not from the man who had murdered my sister.

Yet there he sat, a soft glow of sincerity in his voice, his eyes steady and unwavering as he spoke—not with the cruel confidence I was used to seeing in his expression, but something… different. Something warmer. And it shook something loose in me.

Something I didn’t want to feel.

I knew the poison was there, hidden neatly in the delicately prepared dish placed at Fernando’s seat.

I knew if he took even a few bites, his breath would catch in his throat, his heart would stutter, and he would die—painfully and silently, just as planned.

But why now, of all moments, did I feel the tremble in my fingers?

I didn’t even realize I was still holding his hand until he turned to me.

“Michael… why are you holding me like this?” he asked.

His voice was low, the same calm tone. But there was no edge in it. No mockery. Just a quiet question, spoken with a care I hadn’t expected.

My eyes widened. I lo
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