My Son Drank Poison To Save My Life And Trap His Evil Wife. He Knew It Was Lethal But Did It To Get Evidence. Now She’s Facing 8 Years And I’m Left With The Heartbreaking Truth.

“actually I’d prefer that” Jensen reached for his phone. “let me call him now”

He dialed and the call connected on speaker. “matthew Sullivan” “yes” Matthew’s voice was cautious.

“this is Detective Eric Jensen Portland Police Bureau i need you to come to the station regarding an ongoing investigation no you’re not in trouble it concerns the incident at your father’s party can you come now” A pause transmit Matthew’s confusion clearly through the line. “i Yes I can be there in 45 minutes”

“ask for me at the front desk thank you” Jensen hung up and looked at me. “this won’t be easy for him”

“i know” We waited while Jensen reviewed the files again. I drank bad coffee from a styrofoam cup and watched the clock.

Forty-three minutes later there was a knock on the door and a uniformed officer opened it. Matthew stepped inside. He saw me first.

“dad what’s going on why are the police involved” Jensen stood. “please sit down Mr sullivan i need to explain some things”

Matthew sat slowly while looking between us. Jensen opened the folder and began laying out the evidence piece by piece. He was building the case like an architect builds a structure.

He showed the lab results, the missing pills, the debt, the text messages, and the video. I watched my son’s face change as the evidence accumulated. First there was disbelief: “this has to be a mistake”.

Then came shock: “that’s not possible”. Then came horror: “the glass i drank Dad’s glass”. Then denial: “there must be another explanation”.

Finally there was painful acceptance. Matthew’s hands shook as tears tracked down his face. He looked at me across the table.

“she tried to kill you and I I drank it instead” Jensen’s voice was gentle. “that drink was meant for your father you weren’t the target”

Matthew’s voice broke. “i could have died” “you almost did” I said quietly.

Matthew processed this and his breathing came in short gasps. “all this time she was Oh God Dad I’m so sorry.” Jensen leaned forward.

“matthew did you notice any unusual behavior from your wife before the party?” Matthew stared at the table as tears fell onto the metal surface. When he finally looked up his face was devastated.

“i need to tell you something” He looked at Jensen then at me. “can I speak to my father privately just for a minute”

Jensen glanced at me and I nodded. “5 minutes i’ll be right outside” He gathered the folders and left, closing the door behind him.

The door closed, leaving Matthew and me alone in that sterile interview room. My son looked at me across that table with tears streaming down his face. He said the words that made my heart clench.

“dad I need to tell you this i’ve known something was wrong for 3 months i hired Clare i’ve been investigating Oilia since March” In that moment I understood my son hadn’t been blind. He’d been gathering evidence too.

Both of us had been protecting each other in parallel with neither knowing the other was doing the same thing. “why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered.

Matthew took a shaky breath and began to explain everything. He began to speak with his voice fracturing with emotion. What he told me in that small room changed everything I thought I understood.

“three months ago I found credit card statements in Oilia’s car i wasn’t snooping her purse tipped over papers spilled out i saw the numbers 89,000 on one card 45,000 on another” I listened without interrupting. “i confronted her gently asked if we needed to talk about finances she said it was temporary she’d handle it but something felt wrong”

A week later Matthew overheard a phone call. “she was in the garage thought I’d left for work but I’d forgotten my lunch i heard her say ‘He’s in the way once he’s gone everything goes to Matthew.’ Then it’s ours” His voice caught.

“i thought she meant divorcing me taking half then she said ‘He won’t live much longer anyway just needs a little push.'” Matthew realized she was talking about me. “why didn’t you tell me?” I asked quietly.

“i wasn’t sure she could have meant anything i couldn’t accuse my wife of I couldn’t even think it so I hired Clare” He explained he had found Clare Davidson through online research as a reputable private investigator specializing in family cases. He had paid $5,000 from a separate account Oilia didn’t know about at his teacher’s credit union.

“Clare investigated for two months she found the debt all of it over 320,000 she found the searches on our home computer” Matthew recalled Clare’s findings. Oilia had Googled: Warfarin and overdose symptoms, how long to prove incompetence for power of attorney, and inheritance from elderly parents.

“i still hoped for another explanation maybe she was researching for I don’t know something harmless” One week before the party Clare called Matthew at school. Claire said, “Your wife just purchased Warf Faren illegally through her sister in Seattle i have the transaction records she’s planning something for this Saturday your father’s housewarming party.”

Matthew faced an impossible choice: confront Oilia, tell me, or cancel the party. Claire said we needed to catch her in the act with witnesses, something undeniable. Otherwise Oilia would claim a misunderstanding or an accident.

So Clare came to the party undercover. She pretended to be Oilia’s friend and I watched. My realization began to dawn.