Escaping From My Ruthless Husband
What I really sought weren’t just herbs, but those rare ones with potent, even poisonous properties—known to skilled healers as a double-edged tool, dangerous in the wrong hands but invaluable in controlled use.
Time at the café passed quickly. The energy was calm and quiet, like the sky before a snowstorm. The customers, as always, were patient and polite—another reason I liked it here.
When noon came, Shelly stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. "Let’s go, Scarlet. I’ve finished prepping everything."
I grabbed my bag, but she halted me.
"Aren’t you going to eat something?"
"I brought some sandwiches."
"Wait a second!" she said and vanished into the kitchen. She returne
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