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Three days after my abortion, Maxton Lewis suggested taking me out to relax. I was surprised when he drove us to a hotel.
As he opened the door to the private suite, the strong odor of liquor hit me, causing me to hesitate.
"Maxton, they tried to make me drink, but I have an alcohol allergy," Priscilla Carter said tearfully.
Maxton embraced her protectively and replied, "No worries; she'll finish the drinks for you."
Suddenly, he pushed me towards the table full of alcohol. I stumbled, grabbing the edge as a bottle crashed to the floor.
"Priscilla's not feeling well. You'll drink in her place."
I held my still-sore abdomen and looked at him incredulously. "Maxton, you know I just had an operation."
"Stop pretending," he scoffed, his expression turning cruel. "Three years ago, you drank two bottles despite a stomach hemorrhage. Do you think I'd believe this act now?"
His harsh words cut deep, unleashing a torrent of suppressed emotions - pain, shame, and betrayal - within me.
I slapped him hard, the sound reverberating through the room. "That's enough," I said, my voice quivering with rage. Without waiting for his response, I turned and stormed out, leaving behind the ruins of what I once thought was love.
Maxton seized my arm, gripping tightly. "Solana, don't be hasty. Do you really think you're still innocent? You've lost your unborn child. Who would want someone as worthless as you after leaving me? Be obedient and drink for Priscilla. I still have use for you."
In that moment, any remaining affection I had for him crumbled beyond repair. Wordlessly, I chose to depart.
Later, however, desperation overtook him. Maxton, once so proud, pleaded frantically for my return.

A Wife's Escape from Toxic Love

"Maxton, pay attention and look carefully. These rose pastries you brought me were tainted with enough chemicals to kill someone. I only consumed one, which is why I miscarried."


Maxton gazed at me, his face filled with shock. "That can't be true. Priscilla gave me those pastries. How could they contain drugs?"


Suddenly, his confusion cleared, replaced by anger. "So it was Priscilla, that treacherous woman. Not only did she have an affair, but she also caused the death of our baby."


I held his gaze steadily. "Maxton, are you truly saying you had no idea about the drugs in the pastries?"


He matched my stare, his eyes a mix of rage and earnestness. "Why would I harm my own child? It was Priscilla's doing. I'll never pardon her for this."


Seeing his stubbornness, I produced another document and handed it to him.


"Maxton, this is retribution. Here's your fertility test results. Congratulations, you're now infertile, which means your lineage ends here."


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