My Wife Swore I Was A Monster, But She Was The Real Demon

Ever since my wife, Chloe, had a miscarriage, her emotions had been completely unstable. She needed to see a therapist regularly.

Every single time, I drove her there and waited outside, never once allowed into the session room.

Seeing the smiles slowly return to her face, I thought she was finally healing.

I never expected that today, the moment she walked through the front door from her appointment, she would lunge at me and wrap her hands around my throat.

Her eyes burned with pure malice. "You're not my husband! Who the hell are you? What did you do to Ethan?!"