My Fiancé Was Trying to Kill Me

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This terrible thought made me shiver and feel confused.

I never thought I would hand a bottle of poison to Jason one day.

"What's wrong with you?" Jason noticed my emotions.

I lowered my head, stroked my hair, and stammered, "Nothing. Let's have lunch."

Jason didn't care much. Instead, he looked very happy. He said he hadn't had the food I made for a long time while moving his chair next to me and sitting on the same side of the table as me.

His intimacy with me gave me a little hope.

I told myself that maybe there was something else going on with him these days. And the cut on my neck might just be an accident.

I still couldn't believe that Jason was going to kill me.

I put both drinks next to my plate.

As we ate, Jason held out his hand and asked me to give him a glass of soda.

I gave him Pepsi, the clean one.

Jason took a sip, looking defenseless against me.

I took a bite of my food, planning to pour the Sprite later.