– Mom, don’t touch this soup, I saw dad add something to it: when my daughter spoke those words, I froze in terror, and suddenly recalled my morning talk with my husband 😱😱
My daughter and I were having lunch like always. I’d cooked her favorite noodle soup and a salad with chicken and corn. The kitchen was cozy, full of the smell of herbs, spices, and comfort. We chatted cheerfully, she told me about her friends, about some girl outside who learned to balance on her hands, and then suddenly converted to telling me about a cartoon she wanted to watch afterward.
Everything seemed completely ordinary. I ladled soup for both of us, set the bowls on the table, sat down across from her – and then I spotted her expression change. The smile disappeared, her eyes grew wide, and her tone became sharp, almost unnervingly adult:
– Mom, don’t eat that soup.
I stiffened. My spoon was already close to my lips.
– Why, sweetheart?
“I saw…” she lowered her voice, “dad poured something inside this morning.”
Instantly, heat rose through me. My hands trembled. I set the spoon aside, forcing myself to stay calm. Could she have misread it? Maybe he had only added some seasoning?
“Are you certain?” I whispered.
She nodded firmly. And that’s when I remembered my morning conversation with my husband 😨😲 Continued ⬇️⬇️
And it came back: he had mentioned he wanted to cook something himself. Odd – he hardly ever touched the stove. And later, I’d noticed a peculiar odor in the pot, like… medicinal?
Quietly, I lifted the bowls and carried them to the sink. I told my daughter I needed to reheat the soup. From the pantry, I took sterile jars and, under the guise of tidying, poured part of it away.
That same afternoon, I brought it to a lab. The following day, the results arrived.
The soup contained a sedative. A potent one. Strong enough to disable an adult for hours.
And then the nightmare opened. Outwardly, I acted unaware, but I went to the police. Together we arranged wiretaps.
Days later, my husband – my daughter’s father – brought another woman into the house. While he supposed I was sleeping, they whispered about their scheme: he planned to have me declared insane and sent to an institution.
She was his mistress, and together they intended to transfer ownership of everything, covering it up with my “unstable behavior.”
When officers arrested him, he didn’t even fight. Until the very last moment, he believed I’d figured out nothing.
Now he remains under investigation. And I still shiver wondering – what if my daughter hadn’t noticed that morning? Or worse, had stayed silent…
Today, I view every spoon of soup, every cup of tea differently. And each day, I thank my little girl – for her sharp eyes, for her bravery, and for saving my life.
