My husband always took great care of me. When I think about it, he appeared to be the sweetest man there was. However, I later realized he was never the man I thought he was.From the moment we got married, my husband would prepare a red tea for me at nearly the same time every night. It was tasteless, unlike anything I have ever tried before. He would just say, “Honey, here’s your tea,” and I never questioned what it was, I would just drink it, and that was it.However, over time, I realized that he never had one himself, which started feeling odd all of a sudden. I also noticed that every single night, before he would prepare that tea for me, he would quickly leave the house for a few minutes. When I asked where he was going, he was coming with a bunch of excuses, such as checking the car and similar stories.

One evening, after serving me, I asked, “How about yours? I’ve never seen you drink this tea.” He smiled. “I’ve already had mine. This one’s for you.”I wanted to say something, but he leaned, kissed my forehead, and told me he loved me, so I didn’t say anything, yet I became more and more suspicious about that tea I was having every evening before going to bed.That night, I didn’t feel like drinking the tea. He noticed, looked worried, joked a bit, and I still ended up drinking it.The days kept going the same way, same tea, same cup, and he always went outside first.One night, I wanted to know why, so when he said he was checking the car, I quietly followed him.He walked to the backyard, looked around to see if anyone was watching, and knelt behind the shed.My heart was beating fast as I leaned in to see what he was doing.