PART 2: I put a laxative in my husband’s coffee before he left to see his mistress…

I rushed to his side, my hands trembling as I tried to help him, but the reality of what I had done hit me hard. What was I supposed to do now? I had crossed a line. The joke I thought was funny had turned into something far more serious.

I grabbed my phone, trying to think clearly, but my mind was racing. What if something happened to him? What if I went too far?

I dialed the number of the only person I could trust—Emma. She picked up on the first ring.

“Hello?” she asked, her voice still thick with laughter from the bar.

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