ManyWriters

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

Two years later, I'm bustling around in my cake shop.


Yes, after leaving, I opened this little bakery here, selling the most blissful sweets and cakes.


Dad is dozing off in a lounge chair by the door. This old geezer, he's supposed to be watching the store for me but he's always sleeping.


I shake my head and drape a small blanket over him.


Dad seems to be having a pleasant dream, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.


After a busy afternoon, Dad sits nearby, engrossed in his phone.


Suddenly he pipes up, "Looks like someone's flower messenger is here again."


I shoot Dad an exasperated glare, but the old coot pretends not to notice and continues scrolling on his phone.I felt amused inside.


Looking up towards the window, I saw Nolan had arrived.


A year ago, when I was preparing to open my shop, I met Nolan.


According to him, I was his muse, love at first sight.


But I had long since stopped believing in such things.


Chapter 9