One Day 65

Chapter Sixty–Five 

Kyle’s POV 

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They say healing takes time. However, what they never mention is the horror of learning your body wasn’t just fighting a disease, but it was fighting someone’s deliberate attempt to destroy it. 

I stared at the doctor as he placed a paper in front of me. The printout had words I hardly understood until he pointed to the section he’d highlighted. 

“It’s positive,” he said quietly. “Our suspicion was right. There’s a foreign compound in your system. Not a drug but a poison. A slow–acting type, if administered in a very tiny dose. Which is done in your case. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.” 

I didn’t speak. I only stared past his face at the wall behind, a faint scratch on the paint drawing my attention. 

Then I blinked, forcing myself to breathe as I returned my gaze to the doctor. “How long have I had it in my system?” 

He exhaled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “At the rate it’s been found in your system… I’d say it’s been ongoing for weeks, if not months now,” he said. “But it was being introduced in very small quantities, like I said. Almost… like they didn’t want to kill you immediately, more like they wanted it to mirror a relapse or a sudden death. Something that wouldn’t raise suspicion. 

If the toxin hadn’t triggered a relapse into Aplastic Anemia, and if we hadn’t tested specifically for toxins, we wouldn’t have caught it. It’s a miracle you’re still standing.” 

My mind raced with different thoughts. It means someone had been killing me slowly without my awareness, and the person was cautious enough to do it little by little, not to cause 

suspicion. 

“You’ll have to stay, at least for a few days,” the doctor continued, but I was already shaking my head. 

“No. I can’t. If I stay, questions will be raised. People will start looking into things, and I can’t afford that. Not yet.” 

“Kyle, you don’t understand.” He countered, tapping on the report. “You’re vulnerable right now. You could collapse….” 

“I do understand.” I cut in. “But I need time to figure out who’s doing this. You said it yourself, 

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it was designed to look like a medical relapse or a sudden death. That takes planning and access to my personal space. And that means…” I paused and swallowed hard. “It points to someone close to me.” 

And if they realize I know the truth, they’ll stop and hide. I need to catch them before they can erase the trail. 

Still, everything pointed to one place: my house. 

I rarely eat out. My diet is carefully planned, home–prepared, and monitored, especially since my transplant. The only person with that level of access to my food, my supplements, even my grooming products, was my wife. 

Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe it was someone else. But after everything that’s happening, and the hidden part of her life, I couldn’t ignore the possibility. 

The doctor stared at me with concern. “Kyle…” 

“I’m not being reckless. I plan to get your referral to a private specialist hospital out of state, of my choice,” I said to the doctor, “Somewhere discreet and one you can trust. You can have 

them monitor me from there if you like. But….” 

He hesitated. 

“But I need you to promise me you’ll keep this confidential. Don’t add it to my primary medical records. Can you do that?” 

He studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “I can. I’ll give you a referral. But you need to report if your symptoms worsen.” 

I stood. “Yes. Thank you.” 

*End of Flashback* 

“Has it begun?” I asked Leo. There was a shuffle on the other side of the phone, then came 

his ruffled voice. 

“Yes, we have. We are maintaining discretion, sir.” 

“Good! Make sure to touch everything I’ve come in contact with. I want every item analyzed quietly. Especially anything in my room and the food storage. Cross–check the kitchen staff. One of them must know something.” 

“Okay, boss.” He said. 

And then I ended the call. 

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When the call ended, I forced a smile and turned back to the table, where Lillian, dressed to the nines, waited, confusion simmering in her eyes. 

We were at a five–star restaurant, one I believe she loved, as she made sure to spend her money and time on shiny things. I didn’t bring her here out of pleasure, it was all part of my careful and discreet plan. 

“You’ve been gone a while,” she said, brows raised. “Everything okay?” 

I smiled. “Yes, just had to take care of something.” 

As I sat down, she eyed me with suspicion. “I’ve asked three times already,” she said, her heavily painted lips pulled in. “What’s with you today? Did someone die? Or are you about to die? Is that it?” 

I chuckled, masking the fury that pulsed in my veins at the mention of death. “No. No one died or was about to die.” 

But maybe you want me dead. Why? 

She gave me a look that said she wasn’t buying it. “So what’s this about then?” she said, gesturing to the food platter in front of her. “You’re acting… different. Romantic, even. Will you tell me what this is about, or should I guess?” 

I leaned back, meeting her gaze with warmth I didn’t feel. Looking at her more calmly and closely, I could see her attractiveness. Her face is round and plump, not fat, but cute, you would never think of her as anything but an angel. Her eyes, nose, and heavily painted lips fit perfectly with the roundedness of her face, making her stunning. However, my heart didn’t 

stir a bit even at the nearness. 

“I just thought it’s time to let go of the strain between us. We didn’t start this marriage with love, but maybe we can still find peace. Don’t you think it’s time we focused on our future instead of staying chained to a past we can’t change? If not for anything but for our son’s sake?” 

Lillian blinked, obviously stunned. She wasn’t used to this version of me, a version that is nothing but an illusion, just for the time being. 

Then she laughed, a full belly laugh that had me furrowing my brow in irritation for a second. “Our son? Seriously? You expect me to believe that? That’s funny!” 

I didn’t laugh, I just stared. When her laughter subsided and she saw my serious look, her red painted lips parted in daze. “Wait, you’re serious?” 

“As serious as a man can be,” I said with a soft smile, arms folded across my 

chest. 

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She chuckled nervously, although her skepticism didn’t fade. “I don’t know what to say. You’ve never said things like that before.” 

“Then don’t say anything,” I said. “Let’s just be… us. No accusations, no bitterness, no fight. Just us being a parent and tolerating one another.” 

She stared at me in pure disbelief. Her eyes flicked back and forth between mine, as if she were trying to read a hidden message behind them. 

I leaned back, letting the charm flow like wine. It was an act, but I played it so well that even! almost believed it for a moment. And soon enough, we talked like friends, even though it was an act on my side. 

I told her about some fun parts of me. She countered with stories from her childhood, but I noticed she was holding herself back from sharing some. She spoke only about herself and not a single family member. She was very careful and calculated in her words, to the point that what she said didn’t always add up. Maybe I was just overthinking things. 

As we talked, her phone buzzed on the table. I noticed a shift in her expression and a trace of restraint as her hand moved to the phone on the table. But before she could reach it, I leaned forward and brushed my fingers along her wrist. 

“Tell me something more, what was it like growing up with your parents?” 

She blinked, caught off guard. Exactly what I expected. Then her face turned sad. Huh! That isn’t what I expected. 

“It was different,” she whispered and sniffed. “My dad left my mom and me when I was very little.” She paused and looked at me, “I didn’t know him. I was too young to remember what he looked like, but that decision of his left me no choice but to act like both a daughter and a husband at a young age to a woman who was broken.” 

My stomach dropped. 

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to ask that…” 

“It’s fine,” she whispered with a chuckle. “It’s just that you don’t say or do things like this. So..why now?” She asked, tears welled up in her eyes. 

I swallowed hard, completely caught off guard. The game had shifted, and I didn’t know what to do for a second, but I had to continue with my act. 

“I don’t know,” I lied. “I just… I hate how we’ve been. I don’t want our son to grow up with the energy we’ve built.” 

The corners of her mouth trembled as she pressed them to the back of her hand. The action 

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“I know we started wrongly and that you don’t love me,” she said. “But I… I’ve tried, Kyle. I’ve really tried to be a good wife. To be what you needed. And now you’re acting like this, like you care. It scares me.” 

I reached across the table and took her hand. “I’m sorry I made you feel unloved.” 

Lillian looked away, blinking quickly. “You don’t have to lie.” 

“I’m not lying.” I countered immediately, finally enjoying where this was going. “I just want to make things right.” 

Another buzz came from her phone. 

She started to reach for it, but I quickly grabbed her chin, turning her face back to mine. 

Her brow furrowed in confusion, and before she could say a word, I leaned in and kissed her. 

And I hated every second of it. 

Her lips felt like deception. Like manipulation. There was no warmth, no spark. Only the need to distract her, the need to get her hands away from that phone for the meantime. 

Her lips were hesitant at first. But soon, she leaned in. Her hands slid up my neck and pulled me closer. She pressed her body into mine, melting against me like she’d been waiting years 

for this. 

But I hated it. I hated the feel of her body on me, the feel of her lips dancing with mine. But I had to do this. I had to do this so I could find out if she or anyone was behind the poisoning. 

I was about to pull away, was already calculating how to end it, when my phone rang. 

Thank God. 

I pulled back abruptly. “Give me a second,” I whispered. 

She nodded, eyes closed, lips parted. 

I turned and stepped toward the window, pulling my phone out. It was Leo. 

“Yes?” 

“We did a full sweep. Everything from your soap down to perfumes. All taken to the lab for screening and replaced.” 

“Okay. What about the kitchen?” 

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“That’s why I called,” he said. “When I got there, I asked which staff member was in charge of your meals. Turns out the maid responsible left… three weeks ago. Without prior notice.” 

I froze. 

“Are you telling me she disappeared around the time I was hospitalized?” 

“That’s what the staff said. When I asked why, they said she left suddenly, without any prior 

notice.” 

I turned back toward Lillian, who was now sipping wine again. Her eyes flicked toward me with a dazzling smile. 

One that looked innocent and yet could be evil. 

“Find the maid,” I said to Leo, before ending the call. 

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