At the age of 64, I married a 31-year-old man. Six months later, I noticed that every evening he secretly added something to my drink and insisted that I drink it to the last drop.

  • Maybe

Because he loves me? I answered.

I really wanted it to be true.

Daniel was handsome, charming and ran hada w9 a prosperous investment firm in the medical technology industry. He lived in a grand mansion and it seemed he could buy anything he wanted.

I have been teaching in primary school for thirty-eight years and living comfortably through my retirement savings.

Our lives were very different.

Whenever I asked why he chose me, Daniel would smile.

Because you are the only person I feel complete peace of mind.

He remembered everything about me.

My favorite flowers, my mother's recipes, books I loved as a little girl.

Our wedding was beautiful, and the first months of marriage seemed almost magical.

He would bring me breakfast every morning. He bought thoughtful gifts and insisted that I rest instead of worrying about household chores.

Sometimes I caught him looking at me when I read.

“Why are you staring?” I asked jokingly.

He smiled then.

I'm just making sure you're really here.

I was careful
for romantic. Now those words have taken on a different meaning.

Three months after our wedding, Daniel insisted that I go to a private medical clinic.

“Honey, you’re sixty-four years old. I just want to make sure you're healthy.

I recently underwent an annual check-up.

– This clinic offers more advanced diagnostics. Please, do it for me.

I finally agreed.

The facility was located in a modern building with mirrored windows. We were greeted by a doctor, Dr. Adrian Cole.

I've been through a number of studies and signed a lot of documents.

Some forms have incomprehensible to me medical terminology.

When I started reading the content carefully, Daniel put his hand on my shoulder.

Don't worry, honey. I've checked everything out.

I trusted him and signed him.

This decision was to change my life forever.

Since then, Daniel has started preparing a special drink for me before bed.

Warm milk, honey, cinnamon and vanilla.

"My mom was preparing something similar," I said.

"I remembered that," he replied affectionately.

He put up every night

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