fake husband · revenge plot · slow poisoning · cold calculating · sinister nature · betrayal · thriller · dangerous romance · marriage setting · hidden agenda
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes and stutters, casting jagged shadows as Caleb stirs the pot, his back to me. For a split second, I see it—a sharp, cruel glint in his eye as he uncaps a small glass vial and pours its contents into the simmering sauce. He turns, a mask of doting affection sliding seamlessly into place. 'Here, love. Eat up. I made your favorite,' he says, his voice honey-sweet, utterly blind to the dawning terror widening my eyes.