Part 1My Wife Sent Me to Be Her First Love's Guinea Pig

My wife Naomi Chase sent me to a mental hospital just because her beloved Robert Dalton needed test subjects for his drug research.

I had just finished surgery, but she didn't care. They shocked me until I drooled and convulsed, and yet, she simply covered Robert's eyes, clearly disgusted. "Disgusting, don't look."

Due to this experiment, Robert was nominated for an award, and Naomi celebrated by lighting up the whole city with fireworks in his honor.

Meanwhile, I, Lincoln Booker, lay in the freezing cold of a winter night, having my right leg amputated due to excessive electric shocks.

To cover it up, Robert arranged for a prosthetic leg and threatened me not to tell Naomi the truth. He claimed my leg had been injured during the experiment.

I numbly placed my amputated leg in a freezer. Seven days later, at Robert's award ceremony, it would be presented as a gift in Naomi's hands...

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I begged the caregiver, Ian Flynn, to help me with this task, my eyes swollen from crying. Since I came here, Ian was the only one who treated me kindly. He mentioned having an older brother who looked like me.

But of course, he couldn't fight Robert and wasn't able to rescue me.

Seeing me holding my prosthetic leg and crying uncontrollably, he hesitated before agreeing to help.

He held the freezer box, ready to leave, when he ran straight into Naomi.

The smell from the freezer made Naomi cover her nose. She watched the nurse walk away before finally lowering her hand, frowning.

But nothing seemed to be able to ruin Naomi's good mood. She looked as if she had just returned from a victorious battle.

Her voice was light and carefree as if she were talking to herself. "Robert's experiment was a huge success.

"His dream is finally coming true."

Since Naomi entered the room, her gaze had been fixed on the bright night sky outside the window, offering no sympathy for me.

It wasn't until she realized I hadn't spoken a word that she glanced at me with a cold stare and furrowed her brows.

"Lincoln, Robert came back just to ask you for this small favor. You've been recovering at home after your surgery for so long, with nothing to do. Why not come here, make some friends, and help him out? There's no need to look so miserable."

I thought, "Let me think about it.

The old lady came into my room and harassed me.

The old man who strangled me and accused me of stealing his money.

The one who kicked me to the ground, claiming I stole his woman.

This was Naomi's idea of friends."

I had been drugged by Robert and shocked repeatedly, causing my right leg to die.

The doctor who treated me said that if I had come to the hospital earlier, I might not have had to lose my leg.

But I had no freedom, so how could I expect treatment?

Seeing my eyes red and my gaze still on the ground, Naomi finally leaned in to question me.

"Lincoln..."

But she barely got my name out before her attention shifted to her buzzing phone.

The moonlight from the window illuminated her face, which held a truly happy expression, so much so that Naomi stayed in the room for over 20 minutes without noticing my abnormal right leg.

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, Robert's alumni came in to deliver my medication for the day.

When I thought about my empty right leg, I spilled the pills all over the floor.

She froze for a moment, then walked quickly to my bedside without hesitation, placing the pills near my mouth.

Her cold voice filled my ears.

"This is part of Robert's experiment. If you don't take it, how is he going to write his report?"

I turned my head away, tears in my eyes, but she grabbed my chin and forced the pills into my throat.

Naomi seemed ready to say something, but her phone buzzed again. She glanced down, then quickly left the room, not even taking her coat.

I could guess why she left.

I checked Instagram, and the first thing I saw was Robert with tissue stuffed up his nose, looking both silly and cute.

[After watching fireworks all night, I caught a cold. I took an extra cold pill... hope I'm not going to die from it, right?]

The comment section was filled with Naomi's concerned messages.

[You caught a cold? Why didn't you say anything earlier?]

[You're such a mess! Get checked out at the hospital. Wait for me.]