Chapter 5
Suddenly, Nyra froze.
རྒྱ་ཆེ་à་རྗ
She screamed and pointed in my direction.
“Oh my God! What is that?!”
Rhett followed her gaze toward me-our eyes met directly.
The glass… the one-way mirror… had become transparent.
Rhett’s eyes instantly turned red as he stared at me, his face showing not panic, but a sick excitement of being caught.
He pushed Nyra away and, shirtless, rushed toward me, then pulled me out.
“What are you doing here?” His burning breath sprayed in my ear, his tone ambiguous, “Are you curious about our therapy sessions?”
Rhett’s state was strange, like he had become a different person.
I struggled to break free from him: “Let go of me!”
Behind him, Nyra got down from the bed and wrapped herself around Rhett’s back, her arms around his neck.
“Rhett, haven’t you always wanted to try new things? Why don’t we let your wife stay? Maybe she can take notes-cheer us on?”
I trembled with anger. “You’re disgusting, Nyra!”
I thought Rhett would scold her, tell her to shut up, at least show some decency.
But instead… he smiled.
Rhett leaned down to kiss Nyra: “Good idea.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Rhett, wake up! You’re sick! Let’s go to the hospital!”
He was clearly not in his right mind!
“I’m sick?” He laughed coldly, his hand gripping my chin suddenly tightening, his eyes filled with disgust toward me.
“Liora, I’m completely lucid now, and I’m disgusted by you!”
“You’re a parasite, Liora. You only suck life and money from me.”
“You flinch at the slightest touch, I’m done playing with you.”
My struggling hands instantly stopped.
So, years ago, when he said he didn’t want me to be “overworked,” this was what he really thought.
Then, right in front of me, he pushed Nyra against the wall and continued from where they had left off.
Their moans filled the entire room.
While thrusting into Nyra, Rhett laughed and asked me:
“Did you see clearly? Darling? Remember to take notes, did you learn Nyra’s new positions?”
I was completely heartbroken.
Rhett woke up from his hypnotic stupor, sweat beading on his forehead.
Nyra, like a gentle wife, leaned down to gently wipe him with a tissue.
“Rhett, feeling better?” she asked tenderly, “Three more treatment sessions and your condition will be completely cured.”
Her silk-robed body pressed against Rhett’s arm, her fingertips suggestively tracing his firm chest.
“Once I cure you… what reward do you plan to give me?”
The confusion in Rhett’s eyes disappeared, returning to his usual cold expression.
He shook off Nyra’s hand.
“Do your job, Nyra.”
He sat up, his voice casual, “The position of Mrs. Gray belongs to Liora, not you.”
The smile on Nyra’s face froze.
2
Meanwhile, miles away in a law office, I sat watching this scene on surveillance monitors.
In the corner of the screen, a hidden camera disguised as an essential oil diffuser in the therapy room blinked with red light.
A few minutes earlier.
I had watched Nyra skillfully pour some white powder into the essential oil diffuser before Rhett entered the room.
Then, I saw my husband breathing in that scent, his eyes slowly losing focus, becoming dull and vacant.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Because I had obtained the most crucial evidence.
And also because my last ridiculous fantasy was completely shattered.
I had thought Rhett was just sick-deceived by professional sex addiction therapist Nyra using improper methods.
But the private investigator’s findings made me realize the truth.
All that talk about “hypnotic therapy? It was just an excuse for their “kinky games.”
Those so-called drugs were all obtained at Rhett’s voluntary-no, eager-request from Nyra through questionable channels.
He knew everything.
And was just as disgusting as what I had witnessed.
I turned off the monitor and faced my lawyer.
“Prepare to file suit.”
