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

Episode 5 I couldn’t stop thinking about my husband’s message. “I’ll tell you everything about the red tea.If you don’t see me, I’ll leave a note in your diary.Just find a way out of that car.” My heart pounded. “Please stop the car,” I said suddenly. “I need to ease myself.” My uncle glanced at me. “We’re almost there.” “I really can’t hold it anymore,” I insisted. He sighed, slowed down, and finally pulled over. The moment I stepped out, I moved toward the bushes… then slipped away without looking back. After what felt like forever, I finally stopped.I sat under a large tree until exhaustion slowly pulled me into sleep. Morning light woke me. Confused and afraid, I wandered along a narrow path until I met a kind old farmer.I explained what I could. He listened quietly, then said softly,“You’re lucky, but right now, you're very far from town.” “I don’t even know the way back,” I whispered. Without hesitation, he brought out his old motorcycle.“Come. I’ll take you.” The journey was long, longer than I expected.But he didn’t drop me halfway.He took me straight home. When we arrived… I froze. People were gathered outside.Officers. Neighbors.And my uncle. My stomach tightened.“Something must be wrong,” I whispered. The farmer stayed quietly beside me. As soon as people saw me, they began pointing, murmuring:“There she is.”“Imagine what happened to her husband.”“Innocent man… such a sad situation.” A cold rush went through me. My uncle stepped forward and quietly told the officers,“That’s her.”He looked at me like I wasn’t even human. Before I could speak, they guided me aside without asking a single question. "Uncle… why all this? Why?” I cried. Tears rolled down my cheeks. But the farmer… he didn’t leave.He followed us all the way to the station. When they finally allowed him to speak to me, he hurried over. “Do you have anyone I can call?” he asked gently. I shook my head.“No… I have no one.” “Then tell me how I can help,” he said. I swallowed hard. “Please… go to my house. My diary is on the table. I’m sure my husband left a note, and that might be the only truth I have right now.Please… get it before anyone else does.” “I’m going now,” the farmer said, and rushed out. I sat there with my hands shaking, surrounded by uncertainty.What happened to my husband?Why is my uncle after me?What have I done to deserve all these? All I could do was hope…that the farmer reached the diary before anyone else did. To be continued

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