Lethal Honeymoon

Chapter 7

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ng flame in a vast, suffocating darkness.

pleasant sound. "She's beautiful, C

us-pierced through

s voice was flat, cold as a morgu

tal on metal, the soft whir of

ff her arm. Icy fingertips

flicker of strength. Her fingers t

harp. "I think she moved. Are you

. "It's a new formula, calibrated for her. The 'anemia sympto

mind. So that's what this was. The exhaus

"It's me. Yes, we're proceeding now

through the phone's speaker. "Hurry up. I do

her. "M

Caleb said af

Her consciousness d

stabbing at her eyes. She felt hollowed out, weaker than ever bef

st invisible pinprick in

night replayed in her head. Sedative.

to the bathroom. She heaved over the toi

oman staring back was a ghost,

rm milk. His face was a perfect portrait of husbandly conc

weak, fragile smile. "The fruit wine must

him, her eyes downcast to hide

his, you'll feel better," he said, his ton

m. She knew this milk was part of it, too. Another

out in front of him.

Pet

o gaze at the view. The moment Caleb turned back toward t

r hand "

d out, splashing down onto the

nd of panic and remorse. "I'm so sorry, I spilled it! It's a

om 'why aren't you drinking the milk' to

ine, it's just milk," he said, though his j

age the mess she'd created, Hope leaned again

see the rec

, locked the door, a

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“I thought I had married the perfect man and stepped into a dream life in a Manhattan penthouse. But on our wedding night, after a single sip of wine my husband Caleb insisted I drink, I blacked out. When I woke up, I found a tiny, fresh needle puncture mark on my arm. I secretly installed hidden cameras and captured the horrifying truth. Caleb was drugging my wine and letting a strange man into our bedroom to drain my blood while I was unconscious. My health rapidly deteriorated into severe anemia. When I went to a neutral hospital for a checkup, the doctor revealed an even more absurd truth. "Ms. Emerson, medically speaking, there are no indications of sexual intercourse. You are still a virgin." Despite being married for weeks, my husband had never even touched me. I didn't understand. If he didn't want a real marriage, why marry me? What was the purpose of draining my blood every week? And why did I catch that very same hospital doctor secretly meeting with my husband and a mysterious blonde woman who hissed about "leaving no trace"? What kind of sick, twisted conspiracy had I been dragged into? Looking at my pale, ghost-like reflection in the mirror, a cold certainty settled in my heart. Since my perfect marriage was just a bloody transaction, I was going to expose every last lie and burn their world to the ground.”