Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: What ...do you...want?

"I am sorry but I just need to use the restroom", Vera responded.

She wriggled her hand free from Aaron grip but then she felt a wave of dizziness slammed into her like a crashing tide. She shook her head lightly to regain her focus.

She gripped the table instinctively, her knuckles turning white. The room around her spun slightly, and for a brief second, she felt weightless, as though her body wasn’t her own.

A strange numbness hit her nerves crawling up her fingers, slowly spreading to her arms. Her breath hitched as her heart pounded erratically, beating against her ribs.

She swallowed hard, as she struggled to ease the sudden dryness in her throat, but even the action felt strenuous for her. She struggled to gather her composure but it seems tedious.

Jessica, who had been observing her quietly, tilted her head. "Sister-in-law, are you alright?" Her voice was smooth, calm—too calm. The gazes of the people on the table rested on her.

Vera’s stomach twisted uncomfortably. It wasn’t the food—it was the drink. She had made sure to prepare it herself.

She had only intended to make Jessica weak and sickly not to kill her but only to humiliate her in front of the entire family — a momentary weakness, mild paralysis in the limbs, and delayed cognitive processing.

It isn’t too much for the pain she has felt since their arrival but no—she is the one experiencing those exact symptoms. How unfair!

Vera’s mind raced, replaying every step of her plan. She had been careful—meticulous and concise.

Her gaze snapped to Jessica, who was sipping her lemon juice with an air of leisure, her expression calm and mocking. Vera’s stomach dropped.

Her fingers twitched uncontrollably as a cold sweat formed on her forehead. The drug was working fast—faster than expected. Her knees wobbled when she tried to move, a sense of weakness overtaking her body, drowning it whole.

"No! I can’t make a mess of myself here. I need to get out" She mused. Gathering every ounce of strength she could muster.

"I— I need the restroom," she muttered as she pushed past Aaron struggling to steady herself.

Jessica placed her glass down and leaned back slightly. "Sister-in-law, are you feeling unwell, do you need my assistance?" she asked, with all seriousness.

Vera didn’t respond. She focused all her energy on making it to the restroom without collapsing. Each step felt heavier, her movement sluggish and uncooperative. Her vision blurry, and her ears rang with a faint buzzing sound.

"Am I also hallucinating?" She muttered.

By the time she reached the sink, her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She gripped the porcelain tightly, breathing heavily as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Her face was pale with beads of hot sweat trickling down her temple. Her pupils were dilated, her lips slightly parted as she gasped for breath. "No, I can’t lose consciousness, I can’t let her..." She muttered frantically.

"No, no, my fingers...my fingers, they can’t move... Impossible", she muttered continuously, her heart seizing in panic.

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