Hypnotic Shadows: The Revenge of The Female Hypnotist

One of the interns I mentored is now pregnant with my husband’s child.

My money, my man, my academic achievements—she wanted it all! She even had the nerve to secretly drug me, hoping to snap some compromising photos. But I turned the tables and set the stage for a grand show.

I’m a hypnotist.

The quintessential triple high looks, high degrees, and high income.

Sure, here’s a polished and engaging translation into American English with a conversational tone and some idiomatic

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### Chapter 1

The first hint that something was off came from the scent of his body wash.

In our home, I use body wash, and he uses soap—specific brands and fragrances. So, when he got close to kiss me that day, I noticed it immediately.

"Did you take a shower somewhere else today?"

"Yeah, a bird crapped on my head. Didn't want to stink you out, so I showered at school before coming home."

I gave a quick smile, my eyes flicking over his face.

He was way too calm.

Jokingly, I said, "Good thing it didn't happen back in your hometown. Otherwise, you'd have to go to church and confess, just to see if you did something unforgivable."

Later that evening, before my own shower, I pulled his clothes out of the laundry. I sniffed them repeatedly, but there was no scent other than body wash.

A man out all day, interacting with who knows how many people—how could there be no trace of smoke, cologne, sweat, or food?

I inspected his clothes more closely.

An average adult male sheds about 50 hairs a day, especially around the collar. But his shirt had none—clean as if he'd changed right before coming home.

That night, he was unusually intense. A phrase popped into my "The lady doth protest too much."

I felt a wave of nausea. I have mild OCD, and though the whole situation was full of uncertainties, the entire ordeal felt like swallowing a dead fly.

"Honey, you don't seem too enthusiastic tonight."

Afterwards, Ethan Price held me from behind. "Did you hear something troubling during a session today?"

I murmured, "Yeah."

People often think we're like serene sages, but in reality, we deal with a lot of troubled minds.

As they say, "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you." The little monsters in our clients' minds often project onto us, becoming new little monsters within our own minds.

Most of the time, we can handle it ourselves. If not, we turn to colleagues for help.

"It's a chronic cheater case."

I made it up on the spot. "This guy's a notorious playboy. He used to sneak around, but after his wife found out, he just started bringing women home."

"His wife, my client, is in so much pain."

I turned over, frowning. "Why are men such players?"

"That's a pretty sweeping statement!" Ethan Price pinched the soft spot on my waist. "Not all men are players! It mostly depends on their moral compass."

"Some guys have no moral compass and will cheat with anyone. Others, like your husband here, have strong moral standards. The first and last woman in my life is you."

I couldn't detect any telltale signs in his micro-expressions.

Not seeing any signs was normal. Seeing something would have been abnormal.