My Husband Feeds Me Psychiatric Medication Every Night

My husband Miller is an excellent psychotherapist, specializing in hypnotherapy.

Six months ago, my mother passed away, and I accidentally fell down the stairs, resulting in a miscarriage. The trauma was severe.

Although I've physically recovered, I seem to have forgotten how I fell.

I only remember that my husband loves me to the bone, and was heartbroken about my miscarriage and physical damage. He vowed never to have children for the rest of our lives.

"Darling, you should stay home and take good care of yourself for now. I'll provide for you."

I've been basking in this happiness ever since.

Until today, when I discovered a secret on his phone.

A playful young girl, a sweet and sexy selfie.

"I've got your favorite maid outfit ready for you, sweetie."

And my loving husband replied: "You little temptress, I'll come to you once she's fast asleep."