บททั้งหมดของ Poison me softly : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The kitchen is very quiet.Mae doesn’t move. She slowly sets the glass of water in her hand down. Her eyes flutter shut briefly. When she opens them, I’m surprised that she doesn’t seem shocked. She looks more like she expected it. She exhales and drops into the chair opposite me. “Oh dear.”I let out a nervous laugh. “That was more or less my exact reaction too.”She rubs her forehead slowly. “Are you certain?”“The doctor confirmed it today.”Mae leans back in the chair and closes her eyes. Then she opens them again and looks directly at me.“How far along?”“Still early.”“How far along?” She asks.“About four weeks.” She nods slowly. She’s quiet again for a moment. Then she says. “Did he know?”“No. Of course not.” If I had told him, who knew what he would have done.Accepted me and the child? “Do you want to keep it?” She asks.Protective instincts thrum through me. “Of course!”Even if it put a lot of pressure on me, getting rid of the baby never crossed my mind. It was like

Jude does not move.“I have been poisoning you since our very first session.”The recording continues to play from the small device in his hand while the wrecked bedroom around him remains silent except for Cecilia’s voice.“Brittany hired me. I didn’t know who you were at first. I thought a rich woman wanted a therapist for her husband.” She pauses for a second. “But when I did a search on who she was, on who you are, I should have declined the job.”Jude was stunned. So even after all that happened between them, she wished she had declined the job?He clenched his fist in anger, as it continued. “But I didn’t. And after our first session that you walked out of, Brittany told me why she actually hired me. I could say that she threatened me, which she actually did. But the mention of the money gave me more satisfaction than it should have.”Jude’s fingers tighten around the device.“Then from there onward. I got to know you, spend time with you and..” She hesitates, before saying sof

My blood runs cold as I grip the phone tighter. “What kind of incident?”A brief pause follows, before the man says.“Eunice King was brought in unconscious approximately thirty minutes ago.”The words play in my head. Mae was unconscious?“What?” I whispered.“She had your number listed as her emergency contact.”I was already standing before he even finished speaking. My hands shake as I grabbed my shoes and bag.“What happened to her?” I asked quickly. “Was she attacked? Is she breathing?”“She is alive.” The doctor answered immediately. “But I believe it would be better if you came to the hospital.”My heart was pounding violently now.“I’m coming.” I said immediately. “I’m leaving right now.”I barely even remember ending the call as I shoved my feet into my shoes wrong twice before managing properly.My mind was spiralling. Mae had left for work hours ago. So what happened between then and now?Had she been an accident? Someone had robbed her? Something worse? Or...Had Jude fou

I stand there for another second hoping she’ll soften.She doesn’t.Slowly, I take the paper from her desk. My fingers feel numb around it as I walk out of the office.The lobby suddenly feels too suffocating. I can feel some of the workers looking at me as I pass.Daniel included.He’s standing near the front desk pretending to work. When our eyes meet briefly, he quickly looks away.That alone tells me everything.My throat burns from anger. I know why this happened. To them, I was the easiest target for them to take out their frustrations on. The receptionist with no degree.For a second I consider matching up to him and slapping him on the face. But I stay in place, mindful of the fact that doing that would surely get me fired. I leave the hotel early feeling humiliated.By the time I get home, my back hurts horribly and my head is pounding too.The apartment is quiet since Mae hasn’t returned yet.I place the query paper on the table and just stare at it for a long moment.The

Mae had that concussion almost two months ago. And ever since then, she had been coming home with more money. Saying it was from the tutoring job, and a raise in her salary at the restaurant. For the rest of the conversation with Prisca, I barely hear anything. My mind is too busy replaying her words over and over.Every morning when Mae said she was going to work, for the past two months, she was heading elsewhere. She had been lying. I force myself to finish the conversation without looking suspicious.Eventually I leave the supermarket carrying my groceries.The entire walk home feels strange.Questions keep piling up inside my head.Why did she lie? Where was she actually going every day? Why hide it from me?By the time I reach the apartment, I’ve already decided on one thing.I’m going to find out.That evening, Mae comes home carrying takeaway food. I recognise it as the one from an expensive restaurant on the other street. “Look what I got.” She says cheerfully.I look u