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MY BLOOD RAN COLD WHEN I SAW MY HUSBAND’S MISTRESS SLIP AN ILLEGAL DRUG INTO MY WINE. CAUGHT IN THE ACT, SHE JUST LAUGHED: “RELAX, SIS—YOU CAN’T DRINK!” SO I GRABBED HER HAIR AND FORCED HER TO DRINK IT ALL. MY HUSBAND COULDN’T EVEN MOVE.
I caught the white powder falling into my wine before it disappeared beneath the surface. Across the crowded anniversary dinner, Vanessa—my husband’s mistress—slipped a tiny plastic packet into her purse…