In order to cure the white moonlight, my husband pulls my flesh every day

I was struck down by Julian’s kept woman, leaving me paralyzed and stuck in a perpetual twilight.

Julian, seemingly consumed by guilt, visited my hospital room daily to massage me.

His apparent kindness moved me, and I fought against the agony, hoping to surprise him with my recovery.

But one day, while feigning sleep, I overheard my attending doctor ask him:

“Mr. Hayes, the muscle tissue samples from your wife are too frequent. At this rate, she’ll be permanently disabled.”