Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 1

My name's Aaliyah Wilburn, and I'm thirty years old.

Among my peers, I've always been the object of envy - living in a detached house in the upscale area

of Goldenvale Town, married to a handsome, considerate man who still loves me like it's our first date.

He's universally praised as the epitome of a devoted husband.

His name is Jaylan Dawson, a well-known veteran stylist, and I used to run a medical equipment

company, making a decent annual income.

After marriage, I gave birth to three adorable children in quick succession. As I juggled work and kids,

Jaylan voluntarily resigned to help manage the company, which flourished under his leadership. I

decided to become a full-time housewife, enjoying life and raising our children, seen as the ultimate

winner in life by others.

But I noticed my body deteriorating day by day. My hair started falling out, I became more and more

lethargic, my body was getting thinner, my memory was fading, and my mood was low. I was often in a

daze.

Jaylan said I have anxiety disorder. We consulted with countless doctors, and got me different

medicines. My housekeeper, Zora, brew the herbal medicine for me every day.

Little did I know that this was the beginning of a near-death experience.

One day, I was awakened by a sharp pain in my head and accidentally knocked over the herbal

medicine that Zora had brought me. Our greedy cat, Milo, licked up the spilled medicine while I was still

battling sleepiness. By the time I realized what had happened, Milo had jumped onto the window ledge,

contentedly grooming himself.

When Zora came to collect the empty cup, I didn't mention the spill, saving her the trouble of brewing

more for me.

To be honest, I was getting tired of taking the herbal medicine, which didn't seem to help at all. If it

wasn't for Jaylan's painstaking efforts in getting the herbs and reminding me to take it, I would've

thrown it away.

Ever since I fell ill, Zora had been shouldering the responsibilities of the household. She worked

tirelessly, never complained, and sometimes, I felt a little guilty for burdening her.

After a brief chat, she took the empty cup and went back to her chores.

I turned to look at my pillow, covered in a layer of fallen hair. The sight was a bit shocking. I sighed,

gathered the fallen hair, rolled it into a ball, and casually stuffed it into the pocket of my pajama.

Suddenly, a thud came from behind, startling me!

As I cautiously turned to the other side of the bed, I found Milo lying on the floor, spread-eagled and

motionless, completely silent. The sight of Milo gave me a bad feeling.

"Milo!" I called out, but there was no response. A chill ran down my spine.

This was completely unlike Milo. Cats are known for their excellent balance. How could he have fallen

from the window ledge and ended up in this state?

Is he...dead?

My heart pounded as I carefully observed him. His heavy breathing suggested he was in a deep sleep,

but his posture...Suddenly, a horrifying thought crossed my mind!

I jumped off the bed and picked up Milo, who was limp and unresponsive, completely defenseless.

Involuntarily, I thought of myself. Was I also in the same state every day?

Could it be...

The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't bear to think about it any longer!

Before I could think further, I heard familiar footsteps from the hallway. It must be Jaylan...

Instinctively, I held Milo and quickly climbed back into bed, pulling the blanket over Milo's odd state and Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

pretending to sleep.

At the same time, I heard the door handle creak. My heart pounded like a drum, and I could feel a gaze

sweeping over my back. My hands trembled uncontrollably under the blanket.

But the anticipated footsteps did not come closer. Instead, they retreated. Just as the door was about to

close, I heard Jaylan asking, "Did she take the medicine?"

Whatever he said next was muffled by the closed door.

The next second, I abruptly opened my eyes. An unprecedented fear filled my soul, and I didn't even

know where I was. Was I in a dream, experiencing a nightmare?

The current situation made me think of the spilled medicine.

I had been taking care of Milo for many years, and he had never been in this state. The only difference

today was that he had licked my spilled medicine.

This thought terrified me. Could it be possible that someone is trying to harm me?