I faced him with an embarrassed smile. They knew how gentle Darius used to be, he never let me get so much as a scratch. That was the kind of husband he was, until I lost our first child. He died with that baby, even if he kept breathing. He never even knew about the second one I lost after I saw him with another woman. He said he needed a son, an heir, through Sasha.
“I’m so sorry. I’ll try my best to counsel him,” Desmond offered.
I shook my head. “I used to believe my husband died. This is nothing to me,” I lied again.
I left him there and went inside. The council was already present, investigating the poisoning. I gave them my statement. I even suggested they ask the maid. But what’s the point? They all saw me preparing the food. Did they think they saw me put something in it?
I let out a shaky breath.
By nightfall, I assumed Darius would stay at the hospital with Sasha. I was pouring my herbal medicine to help me sleep when he barged into the room beside ours.
“Is that the poison you used on her?” he accused, his voice low and threatening.
Pain rose in my chest, but I forced it down.
“Who would I poison next then?” I said quietly. “Myself?”