I suspected my husband was slipping something into my nightly tea, so when he left the room, I poured it down the sink and pretended to sleep. At 2:17 a.m., he crept into our bedroom wearing latex gloves and carrying a mysterious black bag. Then he set up a camera beside our bed and whispered, “Sweet dreams, Anna.” I stayed completely still, but what he pulled from that bag made me realize I wasn’t his only victim…
PART 1: Something Was Wrong With My Tea At 2:17 a.m., I lay perfectly still beside my husband, Dererick, forcing myself to breathe slowly while …