“Pharmacist’s Shocking Discovery Turns Deadly Request into a Twist of Fate”

One afternoon, a woman enters a pharmacy, exuding a calm yet purposeful air. She walks up to the counter and, in a low, serious tone, says to the pharmacist, “I need something potent, fast-acting, and untraceable. It has to look like my husband died of natural causes.” The pharmacist stares at her in stunned silence before leaning forward and whispering,

“Ma’am, I can’t help you with that. I’m legally required to report this conversation to the authorities.”

Without a word, the woman pulls a folded photograph from her purse and slides it across the counter. The pharmacist unfolds it, his eyes widening as he recognizes the image—it’s her husband, lying in bed… with the pharmacist’s own wife.

After a long pause, the pharmacist clears his throat and says, “Ah. I see you have a prescription. That changes everything.”