Jonathan’s voice broke. “How do you know this?”

“Because I lost someone the same way,” she said quietly. “And I won’t watch it happen again.”

Then she turned and walked away into the night, leaving Jonathan trembling, torn between disbelief and a rising, terrifying doubt about his wife.

That night, Jonathan couldn’t sleep. Every time he looked at Ethan’s medicine bottle, Lila’s words echoed in his mind: They’re killing what’s left of his strength.

He waited until Vanessa was asleep, then searched the prescription online. The label read Neruvex-A, supposedly a nerve recovery drug. But buried in medical forums were posts warning that long-term use could cause muscle atrophy.

The next morning, he took the pills to a private lab. “Test these,” he said. “And keep it quiet.”

Meanwhile, he noticed Ethan seemed slightly more alert—more color in his face—after missing his dose that morning.

Three days later, the results arrived. The pills contained a muscle relaxant, not a nerve-repair medication. Prolonged use could permanently weaken muscle control.

Jonathan’s hands shook. Why would Vanessa do this?