Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

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.

on her forehead. The drug was working fast—faster than expected. Her

I can’t make a mess of myself here. I need to get out" She mused. Gathering every ounce of strength

as she pushed past Aaron struggling to steady

slightly. "Sister-in-law, are you feeling unwell, do you need my assistance?" she asked, with

Each step felt heavier, her

also hallucinating?" She

she reached the sink, her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She gripped the porcelain

were dilated, her lips slightly parted as she gasped for breath. "No, I can’t lose

fingers, they can’t move... Impossible", she muttered continuously,

as though her body is no longer in cognizance with her mind. "Things are getting out of control" She thought. "My phone, my phone....I need to make a call" She muttered struggling to hold herself up but no—her body

isn’t supposed to be this way. I followed the instructions and administered the right

mind spinning rapidly with possibilities of the causes of the strong

realization struck her. The drug was

Orange ...

given Jessica an orange juice but she had accepted the drink not recalling the drugs

she had been hit with the stone she prepared for Jessica. A nauseating wave of helplessness crashed into her as she realized

had known and insisted she switch the drink ", she mused, a smile of self

lips as the weight of her failure settled in. Her own scheme had backfired,