My Mother-in-law Tried To Poison My Chowder. I’m A Pharmacist, So I Knew Exactly What She Added. I Sent The “gift” To My Cheating Husband Instead.

The Finality

Betty froze.

“Laura, what are you going to do?”

Before I could answer, the ER door swung open.

A doctor walked out, his expression heavy.

“Family of Nathan?”

I stepped forward.

“Yes, that’s me,”.

“We did everything we could. He had a severe drug reaction due to the alcohol, and his heart failed to respond. Time of death was 3:20 a.m.,”.

My mind went numb.

I knew this was coming.

I was prepared.

But hearing those words, “time of death,” I still felt my knees go weak.

I held on to the edge of a desk, tears welling up in my eyes, real tears.

Not tears of sorrow for him, but tears for a marriage that had died in the most brutal way imaginable.

From across the hall, a scream tore through the air.

It was the other woman’s mother.

She rushed out of another room screaming her daughter’s name, screaming the name of a grandchild that would never be born.

I saw a nurse run after her, her face tense.

In that moment, I knew this tragedy was no longer just my own.

Betty collapsed into her chair, her mouth opening and closing without a sound.

I looked at her, then at the door of the room where a white sheet had just been pulled over Nathan’s face.

A swift end for a man who had planned for so long.

Less than 10 minutes later, the police arrived.

They were quiet, working like people accustomed to the scent of death.

A young officer approached me.

“Ma’am, are you Nathan’s wife?”

“Yes,”.

“We need your cooperation. There are signs of drug-related poisoning,”.

I nodded calmly.

“I’m ready,”.

Hearing this, Betty shot up and grabbed my arm.

“Laura, don’t say anything! If you talk, I’ll go to jail!”

I looked at her, my eyes no longer filled with anger, just exhaustion.

“Betty, even if you’re not afraid of prison, you should be afraid of living with this guilt for the rest of your life. I’m not killing you. I’m just returning you to where the truth belongs,”.

I turned to the police officer.

“Officer, I have important information and I can provide evidence,”.

The officer’s gaze sharpened.

He nodded.

“Ma’am, please come with us to a private room,”.

I followed them.

Behind me, Betty’s sobs echoed down the hallway.

It was no longer the sound of a mother mourning her son, but the sound of someone who had just realized she had single-handedly destroyed everything.

When the door to the small office closed, I sat down and placed my hands on the table.

I took a deep breath, my mind replaying every detail, every scent, every word with perfect clarity.

I knew that from this moment on, I was no longer the victim being pushed around in the dark.

I was the one who would tell the truth, and the truth, once spoken, would not stop at a single death.