They Stole My Memories and Regretted It

My husband's sister was pregnant when she leapt from the building.

Her final phone call wasn't to him. It was to me.

When the police asked for clues, I said nothing.

When my in-laws knelt and begged, I watched them coldly.

Yet my husband never divorced me. If anything, he treated me even better than before.

Then, after I became pregnant, my nightmare truly began.

He tied me to the bed and summoned a group of vagrants, ordering them to take turns violating me. He said he wanted me to taste despair.

I became pregnant again and again, only to miscarry every time.

In less than a year, I lost my ability to bear children. Half my body was paralyzed.

My husband, Chris Macken, spent a fortune hiring a foreign research team capable of extracting memories from the human brain. I became an experiment.

"Jenny, the day you let my sister die with injustice hanging over her head, you should've known this day would come!

"She treated you like family. And you repaid her by working with her killer to destroy her. This is your retribution!"

I lay bound to the bed like a corpse, listening to Chris's hysterical curses. Every word cut like a blade.

"No… that's not how it was!"

"Then how was it?" he roared. "Say it!"

He grabbed my collar, eyes bloodshot as he demanded the truth.

The words reached my lips—only to be swallowed back down. Despair crept into my voice as I begged.

"I can't say it. Please don't force me."

His expression stiffened, then twisted into something monstrous.

"Put the device on her. Extract her memories now. I don't care if she lives or dies—I want the truth!"

His hatred for me had reached its peak.

He locked me inside a glass chamber and had it transported to the city's central plaza. Hundreds of media outlets were invited to witness what he called the unveiling of the truth—what was, in reality, a public execution.

Two years ago, countless people had seen Lisa Macken—five months pregnant—jump to her death. The case drew enormous attention, especially since the police had never solved it. Over time, the incident only continued to fester.

The moment news broke that the case would be reopened, the plaza flooded with people. Shouts rose like waves.

In the audience, my father-in-law supported my mother-in-law, who refused to sit down.

My silence back then had dealt them a devastating blow. They'd urged Chris to divorce me—only to be refused. The resentment had never faded.

Now, realizing Chris's painstaking intentions, my mother-in-law wept uncontrollably.

"Do you know how I've lived these past two years?" she screamed. "You venom-hearted animal! I wish I could tear open your chest and see whether your heart is black!"

My father-in-law patted her back, his eyes hollow with grief.

Lisa had been entrusted to them by a close friend. There was no blood relation, yet she had been closer to them than a biological daughter.

I watched everything