A Deadly Routine

I was discharged from the military only a month ago, but somehow, my energy levels had begun to deplete drastically. With the time it usually took me to do a hundred pushups, now I could barely do even ten. I tried everything from changing my diet to altering my routine, but nothing worked. Not even my husband, who was a doctor, could help me with the issue.

Two months passed and I could barely take a walk outdoors without feeling exhausted by the end of the trip. I spoke about my issues with my best friend, and she said that maybe I should hire a hitman to ensure I stick to my routine. She said she knew someone who’d accept such a job. I knew my friend was joking, but seeing my options disappear one by one, I decided to take my chances. 

I hired the hitman my best friend knew; he was amused by my proposal. He asked me how he would get paid if he were to actually take me out. I assured him it would never come to that and paid him half of the promised sum upfront. The initial contract was for six months and was open for renewal. My husband and my parents were both concerned about my decision, but I disregarded their comments.

The hitman kept his word and was always there in the same spot outside my house, every single day. He was there every morning to greet me with a nod and a smile whenever I woke up and opened the windows. As intended, this made me adhere to my schedule without any excuses, but it was not long before things took a concerning turn. I pushed myself for two consecutive weeks before collapsing halfway through my daily routine. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital bed.

My husband said that the hitman had brought me there. The hitman also visited me the next day and told me he didn’t want to continue the contract, and that he didn’t even need the cash for the two weeks he covered since I could use the cash for my treatment. The functioning of my internal organs was slowly deteriorating, and the doctors couldn’t find out why. I was asked to remain in the hospital to run tests until the issue was identified. I had no choice but to wait.

A week after being admitted, someone tried to smother me in the middle of the night. The police found fingerprints in my room that matched the hitman’s, and arrested him the next day. However, he had an unexpected family visit at his house that evening. I didn’t believe he was behind it either, given how understanding he was about my situation. He called me that same day and said he would investigate the incident as well.

A month passed, and what I learned through the hitman and the police froze me in my hospital bed. My husband had been poisoning me every day since I was discharged, and he was conspiring with my best friend to get rid of me. They were both put on trial and imprisoned three months later. I made a full recovery by then and was back to my old routine in no time.