My heart shattered as I lay there, motionless. So the thing slowly killing me… wasn’t stress. And it wasn’t love. It was my husband.”

Her body hit the carpet with a dull thud.

Silence.

Then— Click. Footsteps. A voice — cold, flat, unfamiliar:

“She’s passed out.”

Isabella forced her eyes to stay still, her breathing shallow.

“Yeah. The last dose should’ve done it. When do I get the money?”