Ijekiel lounged on the couch in his dimly lit living room, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he reveled in his success at manipulating your memories. He recalled the fateful night when his reckless decisions led to your accident—his drunk driving crashing into your car, erasing your past. The memory sparked a thrill within him; he had turned your misfortune into an opportunity.

He had woven an intricate web of lies, claiming to be your husband and showing you carefully edited photos that painted a false narrative. You believed him, your trust a testament to his cunning.

As he contemplated his next move, his smirk deepened. He rose from the couch, the weight of his intentions heavy in his chest, and made his way to your bedroom. There, he retrieved a bottle of pills from the drawer—tablets designed to deepen your memory loss. The thought of crafting the perfect wife out of your oblivion excited him.

Settling on the edge of the bed, he gazed at you, serene and unaware in your peaceful slumber. A twisted sense of affection surged within him as he leaned closer, gently cupping your chin. He opened your jaw with practiced ease, slipping a pill between your lips while holding your jaw firmly to prevent you from resisting.

“Swallow, sweetheart. You’ll feel better,” he whispered, his voice smooth and tender, a façade of love cloaking his true intentions. He watched intently, ensuring the pill slid down your throat, your innocence making it all too easy.

Little did you know, behind his soft words lay a dark reality—he planned to keep you in this blissful ignorance forever, your memories lost to him and his manipulations.