Cold sweat drenched my body as I opened my eyes. When I glanced at the date on my phone, I couldn’t help but gasp. The house was pitch dark downstairs, yet I could hear faint breathing. Just as I was about to quietly lock my bedroom door, the housekeeper’s loud voice broke the silence. “Ma’am, I made some chicken broth for you. Drink it before you go back to sleep.” She grabbed the door I was trying to close and forced her way inside. “Mr. Rivers said you’ve been picky with your meals lately. He told me to watch you carefully, so you’d better behave.” Her smile was as warm and simple as always, but a chill ran down my spine. In my previous life, I’d drunk the chicken broth Mary Warren gave me and passed out shortly after. When I woke up, I was already lying on the floor. My husband’s nemesis, Zack Johnson, stood not far away, speaking on the phone. Mary had vanished. I crawled into the bathroom, locked the door, and used my smartwatch to call my husband. But this time, I wasn’t
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