Three years into our marriage, my wife had hypnotized me three times.
The first time, her childhood sweetheart competed with me for the position of company director. My wife personally crushed both my hands, turning me into a cripple.
The second time, her childhood sweetheart needed liquid capital. She sold off my luxury cars and mansion, taking out massive loans in my name.
The third time, her childhood sweetheart was severely injured in a car accident. She forcibly harvested our son's eyeballs and liver, transplanting them to her childhood sweetheart.
Each time, I vehemently demanded a divorce, wanting to sever all ties with her.
But she would cling to me, crying, saying she'd go insane without me.
She even forcibly hypnotized me to forget everything, just so I could stay by her side as if nothing had happened.
It wasn't until our son's funeral that I accidentally discovered the whole truth.