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A billionaire poisoned a pregnant waitress - But when he went outside, he couldn't move.

A billionaire poisoned a pregnant waitress - But when he went outside, he couldn't move. The glass of water sat on the counter between them, and Grace hadn't touched it yet. She would. In about ninety seconds she'd take a sip without thinking — the way people do when they're tired and pregnant and eight hours into a ten-hour shift. She wouldn't taste anything wrong. She wouldn't feel it at first. She'd just keep moving, refilling coffee, wiping down tables, pressing a hand to the small of her back when no one was looking. The man sitting at the counter had ordered toast and black coffee. He ate neither. He watched her the way someone watches a clock — not with interest, but with patience. Waiting for a specific moment. His name was Marcus Hale. His net worth was $4.2 billion. And seven minutes ago, while Grace had turned to grab the coffee pot, he had opened a capsule over her glass and tapped the powder in with one finger. The motion took less than two seconds. The security camera above the register had a dead pixel in the exact spot where his hand moved. That wasn't luck. Someone had damaged it three days earlier. Marcus wiped his finger on the napkin. Folded it once. Placed it beside his plate like a man who respected order. Grace came back with the pot. She was twenty-six, five months pregnant, and the kind of tired that showed in posture rather than face. Her smile worked fine — it was everything behind it that had stopped functioning months ago. Around the time they told her that her husband Daniel had crossed a median strip at 2 a.m. and hit a tree at seventy miles an hour. Single-car accident. No witnesses. Toxicology clean. Case closed in six days. Grace buried him on a Thursday and went back to work on Monday because rent doesn't mourn. Quick favor — tap like and subscribe if you've ever kept going when everything in you said stop. Because what happened next in this diner changed everything. "More coffee?" Grace asked the man at the counter.