I lay perfectly still on the kitchen tile, playing unconscious, when I heard my husband say, “Yeah, she’s down. The dose worked exactly like we planned.”
I lay motionless on the kitchen floor, pretending to be unconscious, while Ethan stood over me believing his plan had worked. For months I’d suffered dizziness, memory lapses, and crushing fatigue, blaming stress and burnout. But that night I secretly avoided eating the drugged dinner he prepared and staged my collapse. When I heard him…
