# **A Poisoned Glass of Wine – Anna's Story**

The evening in the tenement building was peaceful. Streetlights cast golden light on the cobblestone streets, and Anna's apartment was silent, broken only by the soft ticking of an old clock. The table was covered with a white tablecloth, crystal glasses gleamed in the candlelight, and the aroma of roast duck hung in the air. Everything seemed perfect.

Anna paced the kitchen intently. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each gesture meaningful. With her hands, she delicately poured wine into a glass – not an ordinary one, but a specially prepared one. The wine Marek was about to drink was poisoned. Anna stared at the liquid as if trying to read the future.

**Flashback – Months Earlier**

Anna remembered the first moment she felt betrayed. Marek, her husband, was charming, full of smiles and tenderness, but increasingly absent-minded. The last few months had been filled with mysterious phone calls, late returns from work, and strange explanations. Anna tried to talk, ask questions, explain, but she was always met with a faint smile that spoke louder than words—a smile filled with guilt.

One day, she stumbled upon the messages on Marek's phone. Their contents left no doubt. Everything they had built over the years was about to shatter like thin glass. Anger, betrayal, and helplessness filled her to the brim. It was then that a plan she hadn't dared to even consider was born.

**Back to the Present**

Marek entered the apartment, exhausted from work, unaware that this dinner was more than just a simple anniversary celebration. Anna handed him a glass of wine, smiling calmly.

"For our tenth anniversary," she said softly, her voice laced with something more than just tenderness.

Marek took the glass, examining the ruby color of the drink. The first sip was pleasant as always, but immediately afterwards he felt a strange knot in his stomach. His face paled, his eyes widening with terror.

"What... what's happening...?" he whispered, gripping the table.

Anna knelt beside him. Her eyes were cold but calm.

"It was necessary..." she whispered, looking straight into his. "You couldn't have left without an explanation..."

Marek tried to stand, tried to call for help, but his body conspired. He collapsed to the floor, his gaze fixed on Anna, full of disbelief and pleading.

**Flashback – Preparations**

Anna remembered every detail of the preparations. How she had researched the poisons, how she had tested microscopic doses on potted plants to ensure they worked slowly, without violent pain. How every evening she had counted the days until Marek felt the effects. There was something ritualistic about it – every movement, every glance in the mirror, every decision was part of the plan.

**Back to the present**

Marek was no longer breathing. The glass of wine lay on the table, and only a trace of red liquid remained, as if the wine itself were crying for the betrayed man. Anna stood, picked up the glass, and looked at him again. There was no triumph in her eyes, only sad acceptance. The world she knew had fallen apart. And no one would ever know what truly happened that night.

The silence in the apartment was heavy and absolute. Anna slowly left the apartment, and a calm, cold wind blew down the street. The streetlights cast her shadow on the pavement – a lonely woman who had taken her life in one silent sip.

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If you want, I can write an even more psychological version, in which we will show Anna's emotions precisely before, during, and after killing her husband, almost in the form of an internal monologue. This will add intense tension and drama to the story.

Would you like me to create a variation of this?