My Husband’s Cooking Bites Me Chapter 09

My Husband’s Cooking Bites Me Chapter 09

Pinned to the floor by the police, Thomas finally 

panicked. 

He’d thought I wouldn’t be able to produce any 

evidence. 

At the police station, he confessed to everything. 

He’d fallen in love with Chloe. 

He wanted more than half of our assets if we 

divorced. 

So he’d decided it would be easier to make 

himself a widower. 

When I learned the whole truth, I still couldn’t stop 

myself from crying. 

I confronted him through the bars of the holding 

cell. 

“Why?” 

“If you wanted a divorce, I would’ve agreed to split 

everything fairly.” 

“And Ryan? I would’ve co–parented with you.” 

“You never even talked to me about it.” 

“So why did you have to kill me?” 

Thomas laughed. 

“No. Half wasn’t enough.” 

Greed was written all over his face. 

“I’ve spent years taking care of you. I’ve bent over backward for your parents.” 

“And you thought I’d just walk away with half?” 

“If you died, I could have everything.” 

“Then I’d find a way to deal with that old hag of a 

mother of yours, too.” 

“After that, your family’s assets would all be mine.” 

He looked straight at me. 

“If I could have everything, why would I settle for 

half?” 

I stared at him. 

It felt like I was looking at a complete stranger. 

The last question I wanted to ask died in my 

throat. 

I got up and left the police station. 

That same day, I took legal action against Thomas and Chloe. 

With all the evidence I’d collected, they were both 

convicted of attempted murder and sentenced to twenty years in prison. 

When Mom found out what had happened, she clutched her chest in fury. 

It took me nearly two weeks to calm her down. 

Then Thomas’s parents showed up and begged me to let him go. 

Mom yelled at them and cursed them out. 

She even made Ryan cut all ties with Thomas. 

Thomas’s parents got sick from the stress. 

I later heard his father had ended up in the ICU. 

But none of that had anything to do with me 

anymore. 

I focused on getting better. 

Thomas hadn’t been poisoning me for very long, 

and I hadn’t eaten much of what he’d given me. 

The toxins were soon cleared from my system. 

Once everything was settled, I sold the house. 

I planned to take Mom and Ryan to another city 

and start over. 

Before we left, I heard that Thomas’s father had 

died. 

I made sure someone told Thomas in prison. 

I didn’t know how he’d react. 

But I hoped that when that pain finally hit him, it 

hurt like hell.