The Edge of Death
That night, William drank the wine Claudia poured for him. Minutes later, his vision blurred, and his body went weak. He barely made it to bed before collapsing.
When he woke the next morning, Claudia was sitting beside him, holding his hand.
“You fainted, darling,” she said, her voice dripping with concern. “You really should rest. I’ve already told the company you’re taking time off.”
Her sweetness suddenly felt suffocating. For the first time, William felt genuine fear.
Meanwhile, across town, Angela sat in her small apartment, staring at the phone she could no longer use as proof. No one would believe her. She was just a fired maid accusing a billionaire’s wife. Still, guilt gnawed at her. She knew she couldn’t just do nothing.
Then she remembered an old friend — Detective Laura Benson, her late husband’s former colleague. Angela called her, voice shaking, and told her everything.
Laura listened carefully. “You did the right thing, Angela. But we’ll need more than a video. We need evidence.”
