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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."

My Husband Feeds Me Psychiatric Medication Every Night

He was released that day, and I personally waited at the entrance. Miller's previously dim face lit up the moment he saw me. His eyes filled with hope, "Darling, you've forgiven me, haven't you?"


I sneered as I spoke, "I'm here to take you to get divorced."


Surprisingly, this time he didn't refuse, but instead asked to go home and tidy up a bit.


Back at home, I took out the divorce papers, "Sign them. Dragging this out won't do anyone any good."


Looking at the divorce agreement, he seemed somewhat incredulous, "In just these few days, you've prepared divorce papers? Do you really want to divorce me? I urge you to think about your future life."


Seeing that I wasn't moved, he started playing the victim: "We've been married for seven years. Are you really going to divorce me just because I made one mistake?"


He irritably ran his fingers through his hair. Seeing that he had no awareness of his wrongdoing,


Chapter 5