Part 3My Wife Sent Me to Be Her First Love's Guinea Pig

Naomi had poured a huge amount of startup funds into opening Robert's lab.

She let Robert feed his experimental drugs to live subjects and even went as far as to allow him to use his bottomless methods of electric shock therapy.

Every time, Naomi was the one cleaning up the mess.

And she seemed to enjoy it.

But I never imagined that one day, Naomi would stand by and let Robert torture me like this.

I didn't resist strongly because I owed her far too much.

But once the experiment was over, I hoped I'd finally be able to repay that debt.

The silence was broken by a few slaps from Robert, and a group of doctors with various tools rushed into the room.

Once all the equipment was in place, Robert suddenly took Naomi's hand and whispered close to her.

"Naomi, I'm a little worried. What if this experiment fails?"

She seemed to shudder, her heart aching as she grasped Robert's hand with tenderness.

"It won't fail. Let's step outside first, and then we can get the data later."

Inside the room, I lay on the cold hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as they bound my limbs.

The light blurred into a mess, and my consciousness became more and more hazy.

As the voltage increased, my body grew numb, but my mind occasionally stayed sharp.

In a daze, I could hear people scrambling around and the sounds of objects clanging together.

"Ugh, what are you doing? You can't even control the voltage."

Then came the spasms, and I vaguely heard someone shout.

"Hurry, get him to emergency! There might still be time!"

I didn't struggle, almost as if I'd been knocked out by a blunt force.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a new and unfamiliar hospital room.

Before I could speak, a man's voice sounded in my ear.

"Thank you so much, Lincoln. This is your payment for your hard work."

Robert flashed me a mocking grin, then pulled out a bill from his bag and placed it on my pillow.

He turned around and ran into Naomi, who had just entered. Immediately, the sinister expression on his face disappeared, and he looked down with a furrowed brow.

"It's my fault. I was too stupid. That's why Lincoln passed out. I've already apologized to him."

Naomi barely glanced at me, then lovingly stroked Robert's face.

"You didn't mean to. There's no need to apologize."

But then she paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and walked over to my bed.

"The doctor said there's something wrong with your leg. Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

I stayed silent.

At the time, she'd been busy watching fireworks with Robert, and I'd sent her countless messages, none of which got a reply.

Ian, who had been by my side, was about to explain, but Robert quickly stopped him, giving him a threatening look before turning to Naomi and saying.

"It's my fault. There was an unexpected issue with the experiment, and I was too busy handling it to tell you about Lincoln's leg injury."

"How could I blame you? He's fine now. It's okay."

Without me saying anything, Naomi casually forgave me.

To prevent Ian from letting anything slip, Robert nudged him away.

Naomi turned to look at me, showing a hint of guilt.

"You've been holding it in all this time. Tonight, I'll take you to a restaurant to celebrate."

Not waiting for my consent, Naomi dragged me straight to a clothing store to buy a suit.

When she saw the bruises on my back, she stopped as she handed me the clothes.

But in the end, she didn't say anything. She just made an excuse to wait for me outside.

Did she really think she'd feel guilty seeing me like this?

It was laughable.

Wasn't all of this her doing?

At the dinner table, Naomi's eyes never left her phone.

She even disappeared to the bathroom for over twenty minutes during the meal.

When she returned, she finally remembered to ask the waiter for the menu.

But Naomi was completely absent-minded, pointing casually.

The waiter was totally confused because Naomi had pointed at the restaurant's address.

With a sigh, I took the menu, ordered our food, and handed it to the waiter.

A while later, just as the food arrived, Naomi hastily stood up and grabbed her coat.

"Robert's being bullied at the party. I have to go now."