Poisoned Devotion

Six months after my husband, Caleb Frost, received his kidney transplant, his first love, Scarlett, had been the one taking care of him. She had even specially procured a custom herbal remedy for him. The broth was garishly bright in color and carried a pungent, acrid stench.

"Caleb, this is a secret formula I begged someone for. It’s the best for restoring your vitality," she cooed softly, blowing on the spoon to cool it before bringing it to his lips, her posture the picture of docile submission.