My husband went hiking and camping with his female friend.
She picked some mushrooms and made soup. I stopped him from drinking it.
Later, his female friend died of poisoning.
He held me close and kissed me, still shaken, thanking me for saving his life.
But at the happiest moment of my life, when I was pregnant, he poisoned me to death.
“Tingting was already carrying my child when she went to pick those mushrooms! If you hadn’t stopped me, I never would have let anything happen to her. You and your child will pay for her death!”
I clutched my stomach and collapsed in agony.
I closed my eyes, consumed by regret and resentment.
When I opened them again, his female friend was offering me a bowl of soup.
This time, I didn’t stop him.
