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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

Due to the investigation results not being out yet, Miller hastily left on his own.


A few days later, Miller was wanted for the illegal use of psychotropic drugs and conducting unauthorized hypnosis sessions.


Melody also became mentally disoriented and eventually had a breakdown.


These are not things I should be concerned about. Now, I just want to focus on living my own life well.


He looked much more haggard, but his gaze remained resolute as he looked at me. "Scarlett, Dad only wants you to be happy. Get a divorce. I was wrong about my previous beliefs, always thinking that marriage was the ultimate destination and that we'd have someone to rely on after we're gone. But now that I think about it, I was completely mistaken."


As he spoke, he handed me a credit card. "This contains all of your mom's and my life savings. You can use it to buy a new house, start a business, whatever makes you happy."


Chapter 8