Novel & Cerita The Poisonous Wife

Angelo stood to the side, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp. I walked down the line slowly, letting the silence stretch. Letting them see the blood still on my hands and on my shirt. My wife's blood. "Someone," I said quietly, "poisoned my wife's tea this afternoon. She's upstairs right now, possibly dying." I stopped in front of the head cook. "And one of you is responsible." "Don, I swear, we would never—" Maria started. I backhanded her across the face. She stumbled, hand flying to her cheek, eyes wide with shock.

She screamed, tugging on the chains. Leaning back on my seat, I exhaled marijuana smoke. “What do you think? She served my wife that poisoned wine, drank some of it, and gets to live? I don’t think so.” Standing to my feet, I threw the cigar away and stomped on it. “I plan on killing someone who kidnapped my wife and treated her like royalty, I plan on killing someone who made failed attempts to harm my wife, how much more someone who successfully poisoned her?” “So what?!” She snarled “you’re going to torture me and beat me up as you did to her?!”

I remind him and he shakes his head. “I know that she is your wife, but I know Amari. That stupid post would never get to her,” he insists right before two doctors and three official looking women in suits come out. I jump on my feet and say a prayer. “Mr Lord, these are poison centre personnel,” the doctors says with an expression I can’t read. “Poison centre?” I ask, dumbfounded. “Your wife’s symptoms all point to organophosphate poisoning.” “Excuse me?”

I repeated and walked away. Whenever I sparked in that way, I could see the fear in his eyes. Those eyes, the ones I got lost in when I was intoxicated and now, it feels like I was intoxicated with the marriage. I ran upstairs and I slammed the room door. I didn't think twice about it. He was so unfair in a lot of ways to me. I made my way to the table where the contract was. I let out a heavy sigh. “Alexander Blackwood,” I read out loud, and that was the babe of my husband. He was the CEO of Woods Inc, and the only surviving heir to the CEO of B-Diamonds.

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He didnt offend anybody,or any of his rival even knew he was married and she's so innocent that he can't see her hurting a fly than to offend someone. he has failed as her husband, he can't be the mighty CEO he is if he can't protect his family. His sister is still in the hospital recuperating and here is his wife laying down in an hospital bed.... He didnt know the only crime she committed was loving him,but he didnt know the enemy of his romantic life are the closest to him... Damien took Arryas hand as he kissed it and lay beside her.... It was a VIP section the bed was big enough for two people...

“He spiked my wife’s drink with misoprostol. She lost our child and put her in a coma. You want confirmation? I’ve got the toxicology report and the attending physician ready to testify.” Silence hung in the air before her shaky voice broke it. “Sir, can you—” Before she could finish, the phone was snatched away. Static buzzed as a new voice came through. “This is Keller,” the voice growled. I stopped dead in my tracks. Keller. My trusted devil. The one man who always had my back when things hit the fan. “Keller”, I said, voice icy. “I’m at Cedars-Sinai. My wife’s in a coma from poisoning. I want the bastard who did it arrested.”

“I’m being deadly serious. You helped him stalk my wife. You stole money from my company to do it.” “You’re losing it, boy,” he spat. “That woman poisoned you. She’s turned you against your family,” “Don’t you dare!” I shouted, slamming my hand on the glass table. It cracked. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that.” He stood up now, puffing his chest. “We did what needed to be done. You were slipping. She’s not one of us. She never will be.” “You’re right,” I said quietly, eyes burning. “She’s better.”

Life was nothing a piece of cake for her, well at least she had learned to bake now. In the new few hours, when they finished, Kathleen served them the cake and coffee and they loved it. Everything about that day went perfectly for Penny but Alec was not satisfied till now. He needed to start doing something to get use of Kathleen and now that he had introduced her as his wife, the neighbors might raise an objection at the arrival of unknown men to his home. He didn’t want anybody to know how big of a bas*** he was as this was his only haven where he can hide whenever he was being looked out for.

She's beautiful. "Are you talking to me?" I ask her. "Yeah, I see the way you've been looking at her. I know that look. Do you like her?" I laugh and rub my neck nervously, a little embarrassed. "Well... Funny thing is she's my wife." "Oh." She says a bit surprised. "Your wife?" "Yeah. I think she's trying to make me jealous on purpose, I don't know, I just don't understand." "Oh, it's that kind of night. I totally understand. You see that man over there?" She says, pointing up to a man sitting in the VIP section, surrounded by three girls. I look up and see the man. He looks expensive.