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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

But I heard that Michael was just an ordinary guy who did fairly well in business.


They had never heard that his family had any special background, or that he had any connection to their biggest potential client at Smith Corp.


A series of questions puzzled them, but no one dared to ask.


Because their big client was mysterious and picky, they were afraid that saying the wrong thing would offend them completely.


Emily, on the other hand, seemed to have received some kind of shock, her face turning pale.


She sat there in a daze for a while before finally speaking, "Michael, what did he say?"


"That $1 billion emergency fund from back then was secretly transferred to my account by him? He said he knew about everything I had done to him, but what exactly was he referring to?"


She stared intently at the employee who had barged in, as if trying to bore a hole through him with her gaze.


The employee stammered, unable to explain clearly, breaking out in a cold sweat.


Chapter 6