The Wife Who Poisoned Me
My wife, a renowned medical expert, was celebrating her childhood sweethearts birthdaya lavish cruise along the New England coastthe night our son was food poisoned.
In a past life, I had forced her to come home to save him. Her sweetheart, Lincoln Reed, went out on his yacht alone, got drunk, and drowned.
She didnt blame me immediately. We remained a loving couple, at least on the surface.
She just put a slow-acting poison in my dinner and watched me die, my internal organs failing.
Her eyes were raw, scarlet with pure hatred. Do you know how much Lincoln suffered down there, Rhys? she had hissed. Now, you try the taste of death.
I woke up again on that very night, the night Owen was poisoned.
This time, I didn't make her come home. When she finally saw his little body, she went mad.
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Mr. Sullivan, its terrible! Little Owen ate something bad. Hes throwing up violently, he has awful diarrhea, and now hes unconscious! Owens nanny, Martha, burst into my study, distraught and weeping.
I clenched my fists. I was back. Owen was alive, the night hadn't fully descended, and there was still time.
Owen wasn't my biological son; he was the posthumous child of my wife, Delaney Shaws, older brother. Her sister-in-law died from postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth. I felt compassion for a boy born without parents and agreed with Delaney to adopt him.
We both treated him like our own son. Hearing he was poisoned, I shot up. Call Dr. Lewis immediately for a detox protocol. Prep the car. Ill go get Delaney myself.
Delaney was the head of the Emergency Department at Seattle General, a specialist in toxicology and detox. She had warned me repeatedly that her work phone was off during her shift, and I was absolutely forbidden from calling or disturbing her work.
I knew tonight was Lincolns birthday partyan elaborate cruise on the Sound shed promised to attend. If I dragged her away, Id ruin her fun. But if I didnt tell her, she would hold it against me forever.
My car stopped abruptly outside the hospital entrance just as Delaney walked out, ending her shift.
She frowned, seeing me rush out of the car, my face etched with urgency. I told you I wasnt coming home tonight, Rhys. Its Lincolns birthday, and I promised to go out on the yacht. Dont tell me you forgot. Her voice was tight with annoyance.
Parked beside the curb was a sleek, black Range Rover. I didn't need to ask; it was Lincoln Reeds car, waiting for her.
Lincoln was Delaneys childhood sweetheart. Years ago, his family had scorned Delaneya mere junior doctor with no visible prospectsand forced him to marry the daughter of a tech billionaire. Tragically, his wife died in an accident a year later, and Lincoln, the Golden Boy, returned to Seattle.
Delaney immediately began making frequent trips to his sprawling estate. Lincoln is back, and he has severe depression, shed tell me. Im a doctor; Im just going to check on him, prescribe some medication. Hell be fine soon.
Why are you always so paranoid? I was just helping Lincoln as his doctor. I stayed one night at his house. Why do you make such a big deal out of everything? shed snapped at me.
If I wanted to be with Lincoln, I would have married him. Why would I have married you?
In her eyes, I was the villain, the obstacle to her and Lincoln. In the last life, I had countless fights with Delaney over him. This time, I didnt care about our marriage.
I stood squarely in front of her, meeting her eyes. Delaney, its Owen. He was poisoned. He ate those artisanal treats Lincoln sent over yesterday. Hes been vomiting and seizing. Our doctor fears its a severe toxin and needs you to come look at him. Hes so small, he cant handle this.
Delaney looked at me with pure disbelief. Rhys Sullivan, are you insane? Youre making up a story about our son being poisoned just to stop me from going out with Lincoln? Because I have a specialty in toxicology, you think this is a clever lie?
How could you be so cruel? How dare you pretend to be his father.
In a past life, I had forced her to come home to save him. Her sweetheart, Lincoln Reed, went out on his yacht alone, got drunk, and drowned.
She didnt blame me immediately. We remained a loving couple, at least on the surface.
She just put a slow-acting poison in my dinner and watched me die, my internal organs failing.
Her eyes were raw, scarlet with pure hatred. Do you know how much Lincoln suffered down there, Rhys? she had hissed. Now, you try the taste of death.
I woke up again on that very night, the night Owen was poisoned.
This time, I didn't make her come home. When she finally saw his little body, she went mad.
1
Mr. Sullivan, its terrible! Little Owen ate something bad. Hes throwing up violently, he has awful diarrhea, and now hes unconscious! Owens nanny, Martha, burst into my study, distraught and weeping.
I clenched my fists. I was back. Owen was alive, the night hadn't fully descended, and there was still time.
Owen wasn't my biological son; he was the posthumous child of my wife, Delaney Shaws, older brother. Her sister-in-law died from postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth. I felt compassion for a boy born without parents and agreed with Delaney to adopt him.
We both treated him like our own son. Hearing he was poisoned, I shot up. Call Dr. Lewis immediately for a detox protocol. Prep the car. Ill go get Delaney myself.
Delaney was the head of the Emergency Department at Seattle General, a specialist in toxicology and detox. She had warned me repeatedly that her work phone was off during her shift, and I was absolutely forbidden from calling or disturbing her work.
I knew tonight was Lincolns birthday partyan elaborate cruise on the Sound shed promised to attend. If I dragged her away, Id ruin her fun. But if I didnt tell her, she would hold it against me forever.
My car stopped abruptly outside the hospital entrance just as Delaney walked out, ending her shift.
She frowned, seeing me rush out of the car, my face etched with urgency. I told you I wasnt coming home tonight, Rhys. Its Lincolns birthday, and I promised to go out on the yacht. Dont tell me you forgot. Her voice was tight with annoyance.
Parked beside the curb was a sleek, black Range Rover. I didn't need to ask; it was Lincoln Reeds car, waiting for her.
Lincoln was Delaneys childhood sweetheart. Years ago, his family had scorned Delaneya mere junior doctor with no visible prospectsand forced him to marry the daughter of a tech billionaire. Tragically, his wife died in an accident a year later, and Lincoln, the Golden Boy, returned to Seattle.
Delaney immediately began making frequent trips to his sprawling estate. Lincoln is back, and he has severe depression, shed tell me. Im a doctor; Im just going to check on him, prescribe some medication. Hell be fine soon.
Why are you always so paranoid? I was just helping Lincoln as his doctor. I stayed one night at his house. Why do you make such a big deal out of everything? shed snapped at me.
If I wanted to be with Lincoln, I would have married him. Why would I have married you?
In her eyes, I was the villain, the obstacle to her and Lincoln. In the last life, I had countless fights with Delaney over him. This time, I didnt care about our marriage.
I stood squarely in front of her, meeting her eyes. Delaney, its Owen. He was poisoned. He ate those artisanal treats Lincoln sent over yesterday. Hes been vomiting and seizing. Our doctor fears its a severe toxin and needs you to come look at him. Hes so small, he cant handle this.
Delaney looked at me with pure disbelief. Rhys Sullivan, are you insane? Youre making up a story about our son being poisoned just to stop me from going out with Lincoln? Because I have a specialty in toxicology, you think this is a clever lie?
How could you be so cruel? How dare you pretend to be his father.
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