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I was standing behind the velvet curtain outside my own dining room when I watched my husband’s mistress tear open a tiny white packet and pour the powder into my wine. The powder floated on the dark red surface for a second, then disappeared as though nothing had ever touched the glass. My husband, Daniel, stood beside her with one hand resting on the back of my chair, watching every movement she made. “Is that enough?” he whispered, and Vanessa smiled before answering, “More than enough.” In that moment, every instinct inside me screamed to storm into the room, knock the glass from her hand, and demand to know exactly what they were planning to do to me.