But before he could take a step, his legs gave out, and he crashed to the kitchen floor.
That’s when the convulsion started.
Marcus’s whole body was shaking violently. White foam was coming out of his mouth, and his eyes were wide with terror.
He was trying to say something, but only choking sounds were coming out.
I stood there watching my husband die from the poison he had meant for me, and I felt no sympathy at all.
This man had been slowly killing me for two months while planning a future with my sister.
Marcus’s phone was buzzing on the counter.
I picked it up and saw a text message from Sophia.
Is it done? Call me when she’s gone. I love you.
My own sister was waiting to hear that I was dead.
I looked down at Marcus, who was still convulsing on our kitchen floor.
