I Let My Husband Murder Me

Synopsis

My husband Jonathan Foster personally pushed the blue antidote into my vein, still speaking to me in that soft, practiced voice of his. He had no idea the formula was missing a critical component. Without that neutralizer, it was deadly poison. Ten minutes earlier, he'd sprinted out of the room to save his childhood sweetheart Emily Summers from a suicide attempt. He was in such a rush that he never noticed he'd made a mistake on the prescription. The Interface asked if I wanted to warn him. I watched the cold liquid slide into my bloodstream and smiled. "No need. Once this shot is done, I can finally go home."