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.

A woman loaded groceries into a minivan two spaces over. Someone’s kid dropped an ice cream cone and started crying. Normal life was going on all around me and I couldn’t move because the lab report sitting on my phone screen wasn’t just confirmation.

It was proof. Someone had tried to kill me. I drove to the hospital.

Matthew was sitting up when I walked into his room. It was day four since the party. He had color in his face again and fewer tubes.

He looked tired but alive. “hey Dad.” He smiled. “they’re saying I might get out of here in another day or two.”

I pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down. I tried to keep my face neutral. “that’s great news son”

He leaned forward a little and winced. “dad what happened that night” I felt the weight of the lab report in my jacket pocket.

The urge to tell him everything was almost overwhelming. I wanted to pull out my phone, show him the numbers, and make him see. But I looked at him sitting there in that hospital bed, still pale and still weak, and I knew I couldn’t.

Not yet. “what do you mean” I said.

“the doctors keep saying it was some kind of reaction to medication but I don’t take any medication and they won’t give me a straight answer so I’m asking you” I chose my words carefully. “it was some kind of reaction they’re still investigating”

“to what” “they don’t know yet” He studied my face.

“dad are you okay you look” “I’m fine,” I said quickly. “focus on getting your strength back that’s all that matters right now.”

He didn’t look convinced, but before he could press further the door opened. Oilia walked in carrying a vase of fresh flowers. “honey you’re sitting up.”

She rushed to his side, set the flowers on the table, and kissed his forehead. “you scared me so much i thought I’d lost you” I watched her.

I watched the way she touched his hair and the way her voice broke just slightly on the word lost. I saw the tears that welled up in her eyes right on cue; it was flawless. “you’ve been amazing through all of this” Matthew said squeezing her hand.

“i don’t know what I’d do without you” Oilia smiled but her eyes flicked toward me just for a second, watching and gauging. I kept my face blank.

“i’ll be right back” she said after a moment. “i need to take a call”

She left the room with her phone already pressed to her ear. Matthew turned to me. “she really has been wonderful Dad” I nodded and didn’t trust myself to speak because I knew the truth now and I couldn’t tell him.

Morgan Investigations and the Financial Motive

After the visit I met James Fletcher at a coffee shop a few blocks from the hospital. We sat in a corner booth away from the other customers. “how’s Matthew?” he asked.

“better physically,” James tilted his head. “but I stared into my coffee.”

“Something about that night doesn’t add up.” “What do you mean?” I hesitated and chose my words.

“i need to know more about Oilia Chris her background her finances what she’s been doing for the past few years.” James leaned back studying me. “you think she’s involved”

It wasn’t a question. “i think I need answers before I start making accusations” He was quiet for a moment then he nodded.

“what are you going to do” “i’m going to hire someone a private investigator”

“yeah” James exhaled slowly. “chris if you’re right about this you’re going to tear your family apart”

“i know” “and if you’re wrong” I looked up at him.

“then I’ll deal with that too” I sat in my car in the hospital parking lot after James left. The sun was starting to set over the West Hills, casting long shadows across the pavement.

I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I’d found that morning. Three rings then a woman’s voice answered. “morgan Investigations this is Denise”

“miss Morgan my name is Chris Sullivan i need to hire you for a confidential matter” A pause followed. “what kind of matter Mr sullivan”

I took a breath. “i need you to investigate someone my daughter-in-law” Another pause occurred, longer this time.

“can you tell me why” “i have reason to believe she tried to harm me and I need proof before I can go to the authorities”

“when can you meet” “tomorrow morning anywhere you choose” “there’s a diner on Burnside the tin shed 8 a.m i’ll be there”

She hesitated. “mr sullivan if you’re right about this things are going to get complicated” “i know”

“and if you’re wrong” “then I’ll deal with that too” I ended the call.

The parking lot was nearly empty now. The sky had turned a deep orange pink, the kind of sunset Eleanor used to love. I remembered her standing at the kitchen window of our old apartment 30 years ago, watching the sun go down over the city.

She would have told me what to do. She always knew. But she wasn’t here and I couldn’t tell Matthew that his wife had tried to kill me.

I couldn’t tell him not yet, not until I had evidence so solid he couldn’t ignore it. Not while he was lying in that hospital bed, weak and grateful for her performance. So I’d made the call I’d been avoiding, the call that would either confirm my worst fear or prove I was losing my mind.

“i need you to investigate someone” I’d told Denise Morgan. “my daughter-in-law and I need absolute discretion”

Denise Morgan’s office was on the third floor of an unremarkable building in downtown Portland. She opened the door herself. She was in her mid-40s with sharp eyes that seemed to catalog everything about me in 3 seconds.

“mr sullivan come in” The office was professional but modest with filing cabinets and a desk with two monitors. Certificates were on the wall along with licenses and PI credentials.

I saw a photo of her shaking hands with someone I didn’t recognize. She gestured to a chair across from her desk. I sat.

“tell me what’s going on” she said. I laid it out carefully.

I detailed my son poisoned at my housewarming party and the Warfarin in my medication. I explained the drink was meant for me and there were six pills missing from my prescription. I mentioned my daughter-in-law had access to my house 3 days before and the lab results confirming an intentional overdose.

I pulled out the documents I’d brought. I showed the lab report and the timeline I’d constructed. It was labeled with dates and details the way I used to label blueprints.

Denise took them and scanned each page without expression. “classic signs of financial motive” she said finally.