Days passed, and their paths crossed again. Over coffee in a quiet café, Simon leaned closer, his voice low.
“I think she’s trying to harm me,” he said, his hands trembling slightly. “Every meal leaves me ill. But when I mention it… she smiles.”
The Warning
One evening, fate collided with truth. Isaiah wandered near Simon’s townhouse and saw him seated at the grand dining table. Amelia placed a dish before him, her smile too polished.
Something in Isaiah screamed danger. He rushed forward, pressing his hands against the window until Simon noticed him. Isaiah’s lips moved urgently:
“Don’t eat that! Please—don’t!”
Simon froze, fork in hand. Confusion flickered across his face, but Isaiah’s desperate eyes gave him pause.
The Revelation
Moments later, Simon arranged for the dish to be tested, quietly, away from Amelia’s gaze. The results revealed what his heart had already feared: substances hidden within his meals, slowly making him weak.
Confrontation was inevitable. In the grand hall of their home, Amelia’s carefully built facade cracked. Words flew, secrets spilled, and the marriage unraveled in the echo of truth.
Through it all, Isaiah stood nearby—not as a beggar, but as a boy who had saved a man’s life with nothing more than courage and instinct.
