Semua Bab Hypnosis Show Exposed My Wife's Secret Night: Bab 1 - Bab 8

"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 gue

Despite being consumed by rage and humiliation, the thought of Denise's dad, Thomas Hawkins' health, and the last shred of dignity this family had forced me to suppress my emotions.I walked over to Denise one last time."Your mom just called to tell me that your dad is having a heart attack, Denise," I said. "You're coming home with me right now. We're done recording this show."Denise froze for a second before she violently yanked her arm out of my grip and shrilly spat back at me, "Are you ever going to shut up, Ernest? How dare you make up such lies to trick me! My dad is perfectly healthy! Why on earth would he suddenly have a heart attack?"I think you're just jealous of me. Once I make it big, I'll make more money than you ever could at that pathetic job of yours. You can forget about forcing me to be your housewife forever!"Seeing his cue, Carl chimed in with a fake sympathetic tone, "That's right, Mr. Quick. How could you let your wife miss out on this chance? Besides, w

Seeing herself not only admit to the affair but also confess to the truth behind Mom's death, Denise slipped right out of her chair.Her face was deathly pale. Her entire body trembled as she shrieked incoherently, "What is this? Why would I say that? No way! This can't be happening!"Panic-stricken, she whipped her head toward Magnus. Her voice was twisted with rage as she demanded, "You did this, didn't you? You must have messed with me during the hypnosis to make me spout this garbage! Why are you setting me up?"Magnus rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Ms. Hawkins, people don't lie under professional hypnosis. Everything you said came from the raw truth of your subconscious memory. I am a licensed professional. Questioning my integrity like this is an insult to my career.""You're full of shit!" Denise looked utterly deranged, grinding her teeth in fury. "You're in on this with the crew! You framed me just to boost your ratings!"Carl lost his patience at that. He gave a humorles

A faint glimmer of frail hope flashed in Denise's eyes.Clutching her chest, she spoke in a raspy voice, testing the waters with a desperate touch of wishful thinking. "Babe, I feel like I just had the most horrific nightmare—"I cut her off coldly, my voice devoid of emotion. "That wasn't a nightmare, Denise. It was all real."Those words pierced her remaining illusions like an icicle. Her chest clenched sharply, and her breathing turned ragged.Without looking at her again, I tossed the divorce papers I had already prepared straight onto her hospital bed. "Sign it. We're done."Seeing the divorce decree, Denise jerked upright in bed as if she had been burned. She grabbed my arm, tears flooding her eyes instantly. "Babe, please don't do this. I know I messed up. I really know I did," she cried. "I wasn't thinking straight. I lost my mind! Please give me one more chance, okay? I'll listen to you from now on. I can change anything you want! Just don't leave me!"She begged incoh