“This is it.” He opened it. Inside was the packet, still sealed. She said it was medicine, Amara whispered.
But I was scared. I didn’t want to do something wrong. I couldn’t hurt you, sir.
I just couldn’t. Michael stared at the packet, his chest rising and falling slowly. Thank you, he said quietly.
Thank you for telling me. Amara looked down. I didn’t know what else to do.
You did the right thing, Michael said firmly. And now it’s my turn. He looked away, pain filling his eyes.
This isn’t just betrayal, he said slowly. This is evil. I’m sorry, Amora whispered. No, he replied.
Don’t be. Later that day, Michael called his lawyer. I want the divorce papers ready, he said firmly.
I’m done playing games. He also sent the packet to a laboratory through his personal assistant requesting urgent results.
By evening, the report came back. It was not medicine. It was a slow poison, something designed to weaken his organs over time without raising suspicion.
Michael’s blood ran cold. Still, he did not call Ruth. He did not scream. He did not confront her.
He sat quietly thinking. The next morning, he spoke to Amara. I need you to be careful, he said.
Ruth may suspect something. Act normal. Say nothing. I’ll handle this. Amara nodded though her heart was racing.
Later that day, Ruth walked into the kitchen while Amara was washing dishes. So Ruth said with a sly smile, “Did he eat it?”
Amara paused for just one second. Then she smiled weakly. “Yes, Ma.” Ruth laughed softly.
“Good girl. You may just earn that ticket abroad.” Amara fost a small laugh. Thank you, Ma.
But inside she was praying. Lord, protect me. Please don’t let her know. That night, while Ruth sat in her room drinking wine and celebrating what she thought was success, Michael was on the phone with his lawyer and a private investigator.
