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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.

For My Childhood Sweetheart, My Wife Hypnotized Me Four Times

When hypnosis ended and I opened my eyes, I saw Emily looking at me with slightly reddened eyes. Seeing me awake, she hugged me and began to cry.


"Frost, thank God, you're finally awake."


"You were so heartbroken over our son's death that you stormed into the hospital and got into a fight with someone. When I saw your head bleeding, I was terrified. If you left me too, I really couldn't go on living!"


The concern in her eyes was so genuine, but I no longer felt even a hint of emotion.


Emily didn't notice my change and instead took out a lunchbox from a cheap plastic bag, cradling it preciously in front of me.


"Frost, you must be hungry. Look what I brought you! I snuck this out from the hotel where I work as a cleaner. It's all premium steak and marbled beef."


Ever since our family went bankrupt, Emily always cried about how all the money she earned from her job went to paying off debts. I felt bad for her, so I only ate very little each day, forcing myself to endure even when I felt dizzy and faint from hunger.


But today I clearly saw at James's birthday party how abalone and sea cucumber were being served in abundance. This steak was nothing but scraps.


James had even deliberately stepped on the lunchbox and spit into it, then had the waiter add raw blood to make it disgustingly inedible, saying it was food for dogs.In the past, every supposedly high-end dish Emily brought home tasted awful, but I didn't want to waste her goodwill and ate it all anyway.


I felt like throwing up. I discreetly pushed it away without a word, not acknowledging her gesture.


But Emily didn't get angry. Instead, she grabbed my hand with surprise and delight, examining it carefully.


"That's wonderful, you're finally starting to recover."


"You always used to say your hands were useless, that you didn't want to be a burden to me, and that you wanted a divorce. I'd like to see you try saying such depressing things now!"


She excitedly fetched a hot water bottle to warm my hands and gently massaged them.


She was as happy as a wife seeing her husband recover, but I couldn't bring myself to trust her anymore.


I forced a smile and pushed Emily away from me. "Don't you have a part-time job to get to? You'd better go, don't be late for work."


She was taken aback by my unusual behavior, but after making sure I was alright, she simply planted a kiss on my cheek and hurried out the door. "Wait for me to come home!"


Shortly after she left, I went out too.


Before I was knocked unconscious, I had been holding my son's ashes. Now they were gone, probably left behind at the hotel. I needed to find them.


But after just a few steps, I suddenly felt the world spinning around me.I opened my eyes again, awakened by pain.


Someone had struck my wrist hard with a club, sending excruciating agony throughout my entire body.


In the darkness, I couldn't make out the attacker's face, but I heard them speaking into a phone in dialect.


"Ms. Winters, I've taken care of that person's hand. This time, I guarantee they won't be able to lift it again."


"We were very discreet. We didn't let them see our faces."


A cold female voice came through the phone, asking without a hint of emotion, "You made the same guarantee last time, yet they were able to lift it again after just three years. Are you certain it's completely ruined this time? I want to ensure there's absolutely no chance of recovery!"


Chapter 2