I began to suspect that my husband was mixing sleeping pills into our dinner, my son’s and mine, and one day I pretended to eat everything he had prepared, and then fell asleep right at the table, just like my son. But when my husband made sure that we were both unconscious, he did something that truly frightened me 😨
Lately, something strange had begun happening to me. I barely remembered our family dinners.
I remembered perfectly how the three of us sat down at the table, how my husband brought the food, how we began to eat and talk. And then everything seemed to disappear from my memory.
In the morning I woke up already in my bed and had absolutely no idea how I had gotten there.
At first I decided that I was simply very tired. But when it repeated several times, I began to feel uneasy.
One morning I told my husband about it.
— Oh, don’t make things up, — he smirked. — Yesterday evening you talked so much that I got a headache. You were probably just tired and didn’t notice how you fell asleep.
But that was exactly what frightened me. I absolutely did not remember talking with him for a long time.
That same day, when my husband left for work, I decided to talk to our 15-year-old son.
— Do you remember yesterday’s dinner? — I asked.
My son was silent at first, then looked at me very strangely.
— Mom, it’s the same for me. I’ve already woken up several times in the morning and didn’t remember how I ended up in my room. I was afraid to tell you.
After these words, everything inside me went cold.
If this had happened only to me, I could still have believed in fatigue. But why then did a completely healthy teenager also remember nothing?
And most importantly, why did nothing like this ever happen to my husband?
That was when, for the first time, a terrible thought came to me: perhaps it was precisely he who was doing all this.
The next evening my husband again prepared dinner. He had been cooking often lately and always insisted that my son and I eat everything to the end.
I decided to test my guess.
While my husband turned away, I imperceptibly transferred the food into a napkin and hid it in the pocket of my housecoat. Sometimes I pretended to chew, and then spat the food out when he wasn’t looking.
My son knew nothing about my plan.
After about twenty minutes his movements became slower.
— Mom, I really want to sleep, — he muttered.
A few minutes later my son put his head on the table and fell asleep. I felt real fear, but I also closed my eyes and lowered my head onto the table, trying to breathe calmly.
My husband continued to sit in his place. After a minute I heard him get up.
He first approached my son, quietly called his name and slightly shook him by the shoulder. My son did not react. Then my husband approached me.
— Are you sleeping? — he asked quietly.
I did not move. He stood beside me for a few seconds, and then passed his hand in front of my face.
I barely held back a tremble.
Finally he moved away.
I heard my husband take out his phone and call someone.
— Everything is fine. They’re already asleep. You can come.
Everything inside me clenched. I couldn’t even imagine what terrible secret I would learn that evening about my husband. 🤯😨 The continuation of the story can be found in the first comment 👇👇
Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. My husband quickly opened it, and I heard a woman’s voice.
— I already thought you wouldn’t call today.
The woman entered our house so calmly, as if she had been here many times. I carefully opened my eyes a crack.
Before me stood a young woman whom I had never seen before.
But the worst thing was not even that.
My husband hugged her and kissed her.
Just a few meters from me and our sleeping son.
— And what if she wakes up one day? — the woman asked.
My husband laughed.
— She won’t wake up. I already know how much to add.
At that moment I finally understood everything. All those evenings he was deliberately giving us something so that we would sleep deeply.
My husband carried my son to his room, and then came back for me. I continued to pretend to be asleep while he carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed.
A few minutes later I heard music from the living room.
I quietly got up and turned on the recording on my phone.
From behind the door one could hear how they laughed, talked and drank wine. Then I carefully looked out into the corridor and saw them together on our sofa.
It turned out that this had been happening for some time already.
While my son and I lay unconscious, my husband brought his mistress into our house. They ate our food, drank wine, turned on music and spent time together, without at all fearing that we might see something.
I did not go out to them.
I needed evidence.
I recorded their conversation and several times filmed what was happening on my phone, and in the morning I pretended that I again remembered nothing.
My husband behaved as usual.
— Did you sleep well? — he asked with a smile.
I looked him in the eyes and answered:
— Very well.
He couldn’t even imagine that that night I had not slept a single minute.
That same day I took my son and left the house. The food that my husband had prepared in the evening, I also kept in order to have it tested.
And when my husband understood what had happened, it was already too late.
