He, who thought I was taking the medicine, roused to open the door and I hurriedly spit out the medicine and put it in my trouser pocket before throwing the water into the trees beside me, then pretended to yawn before putting my head on the back of the sofa at the same time he came back with 2 men and 1 woman.

“I see you’ve still got her captive…” Someone was speaking but I didn’t recognise them so at the moment I just wanted to listen. Yes, my feelings tell me that the man who claims to be my husband is not who he says he is, I know myself and how I would feel and act if I really loved that man.

Why?