My Husband Always Gave Me Red Tea Every Night — Until I Found Out It Wasn’t Tea.

Episode 4 My husband still stood there, holding the cup of tea. He had told me not to open the door, but I didn’t care anymore. When I opened it, I froze.It was my uncle, the man who made my life unbearable after I lost my parents.If not for the kind strangers who helped me, I don’t know where I would have been.The last time I saw him was over fifteen years ago. He smiled faintly. “Jenny, how are you?” “I… I’m fine. Please, come in.” He shook his head. “No need. I didn’t come to sit. I came to save you, from this man who calls himself your husband. Go and pack your things. We’re leaving.” I just stood there, my mind blank.Should I be happy or afraid?How did he even find me? I turned to my husband, he was still holding the cup, eyes fixed on my uncle, he didn't say a word. There was something in his look I couldn’t understand. But I brushed it off. Maybe leaving was better.How could I stay with a man who hides things and insists I drink what I don’t understand?At least I could think clearly away from him. I went to the bedroom to pack a few things.As I zipped my bag, I heard my uncle’s voice, low and firm, as if talking to my husband.“We’ve given you enough time,” he said. “No more excuses.” I froze.What did that mean? I stepped out, holding my bag. “Let’s go,” my uncle said softly. I hesitated, but followed him out.He opened the car door, and I got in.We drove off into the quiet night. Minutes felt like hours.I looked out the window, we had driven too far from home. “Uncle… this drive is getting too long,” I murmured. “Where exactly are we going?” He smiled faintly without looking at me.“We’re almost there.” I forced a smile. “Thank you.”But deep down, I wasn’t excited. Something didn’t feel right. I took out my phone, maybe just to distract myself, and that was when I saw a message from my husband.It was sent forty minutes ago. Honey, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop your uncle from taking you. I may not have been a good husband, but your uncle is dengerous. Find a way out of that car. I’ll tell you everything about the red tea, you deserve to know the truth. If you come home and don’t see me, I’ve left a note with my confession. My hands shook. Sweat gathered on my face. He glanced at me. “Jenny, are you okay?”He pointed ahead. “We’re almost there,” he said. I looked up, a lonely building stood quietly ahead, half hidden by the trees. My heart sank. To be continued...

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