Poison of a Broken Love

"Don't cremate your parents,send the bodies to my company. We need cadavers for the anatomy program." Listening to the ambiguous moans and faint running water over the phone, I smiled bitterly. My husband Ethan was so cold-blooded. But he had no idea. The dead weren't my parents — they were his. A snake attack at the campsite left his entire family clinging to life. Only his company kept the specific antivenom in stock.

Only his company had the specific antivenom. I called him countless times. He hung up every single one. Delayed treatment killed them all. I stared at the five bodies behind me. Sighed. Then did exactly as he ordered.