Don't Answer Strange Calls At Midnight1
At four in the morning, I received a call from a woman.
She lowered her voice and told me to be careful of my husband.
"Your husband wants to kill you. You should run away!"
My husband, Charlie Jordan, and I grew up together, our marriage arranged by our families. We had always been close.
Although our marriage had had some issues recently, how could he want to kill me?
Was this call a prank, or did it have some hidden agenda?
Before I had time to think, I heard footsteps approaching the door.
My husband, who had gone out in the middle of the night, quietly pushed the door open.
I lay on my side in bed, pretending to be sound asleep, but my mind kept replaying that phone call.
Just as I was thinking, I felt a breath on my face—it was him, close to my face!
Why was Charlie watching me instead of sleeping at this hour?
"Good, she hasn't woken up. This drug is indeed effective..." he murmured, his breath warm against my ear, his tone as gentle and caring as always.
I felt like a poisonous snake had coiled around me, my entire body tense and covered in chills.
Ever since I was discharged from the hospital after the car accident, I hadn't taken any medication.