Marriage With A Evil Heart

When Sherry finished preparing lunch, Charles happened to wet his pants. Sherry carried Charles to change his pants, and I added more salt to the boiled shrimp. I also put some hypnotic medicine in her water cup.

Doing this for the first time, my nervous heart was pounding.

Afterward, I sat down as if nothing had happened, starting to eat. When she came down, I casually mentioned, “The shrimp is too salty!”

Sherry gave me a questioning look and tasted a shrimp, awkwardly explaining, “Maybe I didn’t stir-fry it evenly!”

I didn’t continue the topic and only ate two shrimp. I voluntarily offered to feed Charles, asking Sherry to go and eat, buying more time.

Although the shrimp was a bit salty, Sherry enjoyed it without reservation, finishing the plate of shrimp.

This was exactly what I wanted. After finishing her meal, she went to get her water cup and drank it in one gulp.

Feeling secretly pleased, I calculated the time. The medicine would take about 20 minutes to take effect, and I needed her to go upstairs with Charles.

Watching her clean up while playing with Charles, an idea struck me. I picked up Charles from the child’s chair to go upstairs, but he resisted, yelling at Sherry.

Although Sherry treated me so badly, at least she took good care of Charles. Hearing Charles’ yelling she immediately put down cutlery and reached out to take Charles.

I quickly instructed her, “Take him upstairs to play! I’m a bit tired and want to lie down for a while.”

Sherry didn’t hesitate and went upstairs with Charles.

Now, about 10 minutes remained until the medicine took effect. Even if it worked while she was upstairs, she would likely sleep there and not get suspicious after waking up.

Returning to my room, I swiftly sent a message to Scarlette. She informed me that she was waiting outside and had brought a nursery teacher. I applaud her for the quick response.

Ten minutes later, I timed it and went to the children’s room. The scene before me was exactly what I wanted.

Charles sat among a pile of toys, and Sherry lay beside him, already fast asleep. Charles played with his toys, occasionally grabbing Sherry’s hair, perhaps wanting her to wake up and play with him.

I entered the room and called her, “Sherry, why are you sleeping? Charles hasn’t slept yet.”

Sherry made no sound or movement. I walked over and pushed her, but she didn’t react. She was in a deep sleep.

My heart raced, and I kicked her hard. Still, she only swayed passively.

Then I quickly changed into Sherry’s clothes, tied my hair like hers, to avoid being caught on the surveillance cameras in the community.

Then, I picked up Charles and went downstairs, putting him into the stroller and pushing him outside.

Initially, Charles resisted, but after sitting in the stroller, he stopped fussing, even clapping his hands excitedly, understanding that we were going out.

Just as we left the gate, Scarlette’s car approached. We quickly got in, leaving the community behind.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.