Hypnosis Show Exposed My Wife's Secret Night

"Alan was so mean. He knew Ernest was lying right next to us, but he still went so hard… I almost screamed out loud a few times. If I'd known, I would've pumped Ernest with more drinks back then so I could really let loose and have fun."

The hypnosis session wasn't over yet, and Denise Hawkins just kept rambling. Her cheeks were flushed, and her legs rubbed together unconsciously as she giggled with her eyes closed.

My expression was dark as I rushed over to the show's director, Carl Greenwood, and demanded he stop recording at once.

But I never imagined he would snap back at me. "Mr. Quick! We signed a contract before filming, and right now, the livestream has over ten million viewers.

"Can you even afford to compensate for all the money we lose if we shut it down? Stop making a scene, or I will have security kick you out!"

Hearing that made my blood boil to the point that I nearly fainted.

Today was Denise's and my third wedding anniversary. We just happened to be chosen as guests for a hit hypnosis reality show. I thought it would be a chance for us to rekindle our romance and strengthen our bond.

Under hypnosis, Denise had started off by jokingly exposing where I hid my secret emergency cash stash before complaining about my snoring.

The audience laughed along, and the vibe was light and fun, until the hypnotist, Magnus Pitt, asked that one question.

I never would have imagined that Denise, whom I always thought was conservative and proper, had slept with her childhood sweetheart, Alan Parker, right under my nose on our wedding night!

While I was reeling from anger, Denise slowly woke up. She smiled blankly and asked, "What just happened? That was my first time being hypnotized, and it felt so trippy."

I coldly pointed at the screen. "Congratulations, Denise… You're a viral sensation on the Internet now."

Startled, she quickly whipped out her phone to check before a look of pure ecstasy bloomed across her face. "Babe, look! My account just gained hundreds of thousands of followers!"

She shoved the phone screen in my face, grinning as if she was sharing some incredible piece of news worth celebrating.

Looking at her glowing face, bright with vanity and excitement, I felt like my heart had dropped into a bucket of ice water.

"We're leaving right now, Denise. We're done with this show!"

My voice was dry and hoarse.

Denise finally looked up from her phone and gave me a dismissive glance. "Why are you suddenly throwing a fit, Ernest? I finally went viral, and look! Sponsors are already reaching out to me!"

Just then, Carl smiled and chimed in, "Ms. Hawkins, our show is the number one trending show on the Internet right now, and it's all thanks to you! What do you say we do a deeper hypnosis session? You might even double your followers!"

"Really? Sure! Let's do it!" Denise agreed without a second thought.

I couldn't take it anymore and grabbed her by the arm. "Are you out of your mind, Denise? Do you have any idea what you just said on the show? And now, you want to be under hypnosis again?"

The moment I yanked her arm, the smile on her face instantly vanished.