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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

After experiencing almost half a month of recovery, my spirits have improved significantly,


But I still can't remember what happened before I fell down the stairs, only vaguely feeling that this incident is somehow connected to Miller,


On the weekend, I accompanied my dad to the hospital for a check-up. To avoid worrying him, I still made an appointment at the hospital where Miller works. Melody saw me first,


She walked over, looking at me as if she wanted to swallow me whole, "You must be feeling very smug now, Harmony. Rumors are all over the hospital."


"Whether it's a rumor or not, you know in your heart. If you bother me again, I might just let everyone know." I took my dad's hand and turned to leave,


Melody saw my dad and a flash of guilt appeared in her eyes. Was it just my imagination?


Dad noticed my expression didn't look good, but fortunately didn't question me further,


As we walked out of the hospital, I was still lost in my own world,


Chapter 6