Chapter 1

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."

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I stared at the message, unable to snap out of my daze for a long time.

After a moment of hesitation, I clicked into the girl's social media profile.

In every post, my husband made an appearance to some extent.

It wasn't just his hands roaming over her long, beautiful legs. There was also the "chef" wearing nothing but an apron.

She even had matching versions of every gift he had ever bought for me.

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I dug my nails into my palm to keep from crying out loud.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I frantically searched for my phone.

With trembling hands, I picked up my phone and started screen recording. Perhaps because I usually trusted Miller so completely,

He thought I would never look, so their chat history hadn't been deleted for over two weeks.

Seeing their explicit messages and risqué photos, I felt a wave of nausea.

Only when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped did I hurriedly put away my phone.

At the same time, a question arose in my mind: What did he mean by "passing out"?

Miller walked out with just a towel around his waist. The years hadn't aged him;

Instead, they had given him the allure of a mature man. In seven years of marriage, I had never doubted him.

He approached me and, as usual, lowered his head, asking me to blow-dry his hair.

"Darling, come dry your husband's hair. It's almost bedtime."I stepped forward obediently, numbly picking up the hair dryer and beginning to dry my hair.

Looking at his thick head of hair, I desperately wanted to strangle him with it right then and there.

But I couldn't. I needed to figure out exactly what had happened six months ago.

The hot air remained focused on one spot, not moving.

It burned Miller and he let out a hiss.

He turned to look at me, obvious irritation in his eyes.

But upon seeing my distracted state, the annoyed expression vanished in an instant.

He embraced me, nuzzling my hair.

"Darling, I'm sorry. I've been so busy with work lately that I've been neglecting you, always leaving you alone at home. How about we take a trip together next week to relax?"

"It's okay, honey. You're out there working hard to provide for our family, not spending time with other women. How could I not understand?" I replied calmly.

Hearing my words, he seemed to grow a bit uneasy and quickly changed the subject.

"Darling, I'm tired. Let's go to bed."His hand caressed my waist as he finished speaking,

Gently stroking, his intentions clear. I wanted to test his attitude.

Or perhaps I was harboring some fantasies about him.

So I reached out to reciprocate, "Honey, it's time we had a baby of our own."

As soon as I said those words, I felt his body stiffen noticeably.

Then he held me tighter, "Darling, I can't bear the thought of you going through the pain of childbirth. Just wait a little longer for me, until I have time to get a vasectomy."

With that, he immediately let go of me and lay down on the bed.

Listen to that, such touching words. If I hadn't discovered the truth tonight, I'd still be in the dark,

After a moment, as if remembering something, he reminded me to take my pill quickly.

For six months now, I've been taking it religiously every night.

Given Miller's profession, I had never hesitated.

Tonight, I wanted to skip it.

So I turned my back to him, pretended to take the pill and swallow it. Watching me tilt my head back.

He didn't suspect a thing and turned over to sleep.

I clutched the pill tightly in my palm, my heart turning to ice.