Chapter 2


    The images of my husband, Jan, and Zora, our housekeeper, kept shing before my eyes. I was


    trying to confirm my suspicions, while my heart was screaming denial.


    It''s impossible! Jan loved me. From the moment we met, fell in love, and started our family together,


    raising our three adorable kids, he has always been nothing but loving and attentive.


    He couldn''t possibly have done this to me.


    But then, Zora... I had no reason to suspect her. We didn''t know each other before she started working


    for us, and she was paid well above average for her excellent work as a housekeeper. She was two


    years older than me, always neat and efficient.


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    When I first brought her home, Jan seemed a bit wary, whispering, "Isn''t she a bit young? Can we


    trust her?"


    "Aren''t younger people supposed to be efficient? And she''s easy on the eyes. Plus, she''s a top-notch


    housekeeper, very qualified! You''re being too picky," I had teased him, adding, "She is such a hottie


    and if anyone should be worried, it should be me!"


    He had yfully pinched my cheek and drawled, "What are you thinking? Don''t take nonsense!" before


    pulling me into his arms, murmuring with a sigh, "Okay, if you''re happy, I have no objection. As long as


    she does her job well and doesn''t quit after a few months. That would be a real headache."


    And Zora has proven herself indeed – it''s been almost eight years now. We''ve always gotten along


    well, treating each other like sisters. It was impossible that she''d drug me.


    And yet, if Zora was responsible, Jan would surely have noticed something was off about me after


    I''d taken the drug. He wouldn''t just...


    I couldn''t bear to think about it.


    I was wide awake that night, a stark contrast to my usual drowsy state. Was it because I hadn''t drunk


    the drugged medicine, or was it due to my heightened state of fear? Either way, the long, terrifying


    night was filled with dread and confusion.


    Fear kept my eyes wide open. It was an endless night. But what chilled me to the bone was the harsh


    reality that no one seemed to notice my state. Nobody cared to ask if I had eaten. I had to face the


    painful truth that my prior existence had been a lonely one, living in my solitary bubble, with not a soul


    caring for me.


    Jan, it seemed, did not care about me as deeply as he pretended. Just like tonight, the anticipated


    concern from my husband was noticeably absent. Had he grown ustomed to my frequent bouts of


    drowsiness?


    As dawn broke, our cat, Milo, who had been slumped in myp all night, began to stir. His eyes were


    groggy and he let out a couple of weak meows before stretching out and curling up again, still very


    much lethargic. His state was eerily simr to my usual wake-up state, which only deepened my


    suspicion.


    I buried my face into Milo''s soft fur, tears streaming silently down my cheeks. I didn''t understand why


    this was happening, or who was doing this to me.


    After a while, I cleaned my tears, steeled myself and decided that I couldn''t just sit around waiting for


    something to happen. I needed to find out the truth.


    I knew I had to be careful not to alert the perpetrator, so I decided to continue pretending to sleep. I


    needed to figure out who was drugging me and why.


    I was hoping that it was Zora. Somehow, it would be easier to ept that way.


    But reality pped me in the face, hard and cruel. The truth was far more painful and brutal than I


    could have ever imagined.