My Cult-Leader Husband Stole My Credentials And Claimed I Was Hysterical Until An Old Letter Exposed What He Did To His First Assistant
The sedative powders David offered seemed innocuous enough—a fine, white dust in a small envelope. He watched as I took it, holding a glass of water, his eyes tracking my every movement.
I swallowed, or rather, pretended to. My tongue, trained by years of observation, pushed the bitter powder against the inside of my cheek, holding it there as I tilted the glass. A swift, unnoticeable movement, and the powder was gone, secreted into a small, makeshift glass tube I had hidden in the sleeve of my robe.
This was no ordinary sedative. The specific bitterness, the way it clung to my teeth, the subtle metallic aftertaste I’d noticed in my tea for days—it all pointed to something more sinister. Something I knew intimately from my past life.
Late that night, under the cover of darkness, I moved to my vanity. The tiny flame of a hidden candle cast dancing shadows on the walls. This was crude, primitive, but it might be enough.
I uncorked the glass tube containing the salvaged powder. I took another, smaller tube, containing a drop of my saliva mixed with residual tea from earlier that evening.
Carefully, I dipped a thin copper wire into the powder, then held it to the candle flame. For a moment, nothing. Then, a faint, ethereal violet-white glow erupted from the flame, unmistakable against the flickering yellow.
My breath hitched. Antimony.
My hands, though still trembling, gripped the vanity’s edge. This was it. Hard, undeniable proof. Antimony poisoning. A heavy metal that mimicked neurological degradation, causing tremors, confusion, memory fog. Exactly what David had been describing to Elder Finch.
He wasn’t just gaslighting me with words and rearranged furniture. He was systematically poisoning me, validating his false narrative with real, terrifying symptoms. My own husband. For four days, he had been slowly eroding my mind, my body, to have me declared insane.
The shock was a physical blow, leaving me gasping for air. The violet-white flame danced before me, a beautiful, horrifying confirmation of David’s depravity. I had to be more careful, more precise. I was fighting for my sanity, my life, and the lives of everyone in New Eden.
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