Tez filled her eyes. “What do I do now?” She whispered. “If I tell the truth, she might hurt me.
If I stay silent, I’ll be part of something evil.” She squeezed the packet tightly in her fist.
“I need to think,” she whispered. “I need to be smart. That night, Amora did not sleep.
She sat on the edge of a small bed, staring at the table where the white packet lay.
It felt like it was watching her, waiting. Ruth’s words kept repeating in her head.
If you don’t do it, I will make you disappear. If you tell my husband, you are gone.
Amara wrapped her arms around herself. She was not cold, but she was shaking with fa.
Slowly, she stood up and walked to the small mirror in her room. She stared at her reflection.
Her eyes looked tired. Her face looked older than her ears. Her heart felt heavy.
“God, please help me,” she whispered. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I’m scared.”
Then, suddenly, an idea came to her. The next morning, she carefully wrapped the packet in a tissue.
She placed it inside a small envelope and hid it deep inside her handbag. Then she went about her chores as usual, sweeping, cleaning, acting normal, pretending nothing was wrong.
When she brought Michael his breakfast, she placed the tray down and stood quietly by the door.
Michael looked up at her. “Is everything all right, Amara?” She opened her mouth, then quickly closed it.
He raised an eyebrow. You’re not your usual self today. She forced a small smile.
I’m okay. So he stuttered her face for a moment, then spoke gently. You can talk to me, Amora.
I told you you’re not just a maid in this house. Her lips trembled. So can we go to the garden later?
He nodded. Of course. After breakfast, she wheeled him outside. The morning sun was soft and the air felt calm and peaceful.
She parked the wheelchair near a bench and sat beside him, staring straight ahead. There’s something I need to tell you,” she said quietly.
Michael turned to her. Go on. “But I’m scared,” she added. He reached for her hand and held it firmly.
“Nothing will happen to you. I promise. I’m here.” Amora took a deep breath. Yesterday, your wife called me into the living room,” she began.
She asked if I wanted to travel abroad to study. “She said she could help me go to school.”
Michael listened closely, his face unreadable. Then she gave me something, Amara continued. A small packet.
She said I should put it in your food. Michael’s face darkened. What? She said it would help you feel better.
When I asked why she couldn’t give it to you herself, she insulted me, called me dumb.
Then she threatened me. She said, “If I didn’t do it, or if I told you, I would disobey.”
Michael’s hands slowly curled into fists on his lap. Amara quickly pulled the envelope from her bag and handed it to him.
“This is it.” He opened it. Inside was the packet, still sealed. She said it was medicine, Amara whispered.
But I was scared. I didn’t want to do something wrong. I couldn’t hurt you, sir.
I just couldn’t. Michael stared at the packet, his chest rising and falling slowly. Thank you, he said quietly.
Thank you for telling me. Amara looked down. I didn’t know what else to do.
You did the right thing, Michael said firmly. And now it’s my turn. He looked away, pain filling his eyes.
This isn’t just betrayal, he said slowly. This is evil. I’m sorry, Amora whispered. No, he replied.
Don’t be. Later that day, Michael called his lawyer. I want the divorce papers ready, he said firmly.
I’m done playing games. He also sent the packet to a laboratory through his personal assistant requesting urgent results.
By evening, the report came back. It was not medicine. It was a slow poison, something designed to weaken his organs over time without raising suspicion.
Michael’s blood ran cold. Still, he did not call Ruth. He did not scream. He did not confront her.
He sat quietly thinking. The next morning, he spoke to Amara. I need you to be careful, he said.
Ruth may suspect something. Act normal. Say nothing. I’ll handle this. Amara nodded though her heart was racing.
Later that day, Ruth walked into the kitchen while Amara was washing dishes. So Ruth said with a sly smile, “Did he eat it?”
