My husband's female "bro" came over to hang out at our house. She said she really missed the feeling of sleeping bare-bottomed with my husband when they were kids, and asked me to give up the master bedroom so they could relive their "brotherly bond." I refused with a dark expression and warned them that they were adults now and needed to know their boundaries. His "bro" immediately hooked her arm around my husband's neck and complained. "Danny, daddy's gotta say, you can't even keep a woman in line. All this nagging is a real embarrassment to men everywhere!" Feeling like he had lost face, my husband forcibly sent me to a "Good Wife Academy," saying he was going to teach me how to be obedient. But what he didn't know was that this "Good Wife Academy" was actually an illegal, underground human experimentation facility. My body was surgically altered, and a command chip was implanted in my brain. I was turned into an emotionless puppet that only knew how to obey orders. While he and his "bro" were fooling around in the house, I obediently kept watch outside the door all night. When his "bro" told me to do a striptease, I stripped myself completely naked without hesitation. When he angrily told me to go die, I immediately jumped out of our eighth-floor window. Later, he knelt crying by my hospital bed, begging me to turn back into the person I used to be. Daniel carried me out of the Good Wife Academy. Mia took one look at me and reached straight for Daniel's crotch. "Danny, it's only been a month and you already brought her back. Couldn't hold in that little bit of meat down there, huh?" Looking like he was completely used to this, Daniel caught her hand. "The headmaster said Chloe is ready to graduate. He guaranteed she'll be completely obedient to me from now on." Mia's eyes roamed over my body, a playful smirk on her lips. "Oh really? I'm gonna have to test that." She stuck a foot out toward me. "Sister-in-law, my shoe is dirty. Clean it for me." Receiving the command, I immediately responded: "Yes, Miss Mia. I will clean your shoe." I crouched down and used the clean sleeve of my own shirt to wipe her shoe, stroke by stroke. Surprise flashed in Mia's eyes, and then she ordered: "Do it on your knees. It gets cleaner that way." Without hesitation, I dropped to both knees in front of her. Daniel frowned involuntarily. "Alright, that's enough. Chloe is still my wife, is it really appropriate to have her kneel to you?" Mia giggled. "Don't I always tell you to get on your knees and lick my feet when we're joking around? Who knew your wife was so literal that she'd actually do it!" With just a few words, Mia shifted the blame onto me. Daniel's face darkened as he spoke to me: "Mia is just joking with you, can't you tell? Get up right now!" I immediately stood up from the floor, staring straight at him, waiting for his next command. Daniel looked at my dust-covered sleeves and pants, saying in displeasure: "I just washed the car today, and you make yourself look like a beggar. Are you purposely trying to piss me off?" I shook my head. "No, Husband. Miss Mia told me to kneel and clean her shoe." Daniel looked at me impatiently. "I think you're doing this on purpose. Fine, then don't ride in my car. Walk back yourself!" I immediately replied: "Yes, Husband." I turned around and started walking along the sidewalk. A 30-mile journey. I walked for 16 straight hours. By the time I got home, my feet were blistered and bleeding. At that moment, Daniel was pinning Mia down on the living room sofa, messing around. Seeing me, a flicker of guilt crossed his face, but he quickly went on the offensive and interrogated me: "Chloe, where the hell have you been fooling around? Why are you only getting back now?" I was just about to open my mouth to say I wasn't fooling around, that I had just finished walking back. But he waved his hand impatiently. "Forget it, I don't want to hear your excuses. Hurry up and cook, Mia and I are starving." Mia, acting like the lady of the house, started ordering dishes. "Sister-in-law, I want sweet and sour ribs, shrimp with corn, and steamed bass." I walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of them. The dried blood on my feet stuck to my shoes, sending waves of stinging pain, but I didn't even have a moment to tend to them. At the dinner table, Mia held up a glass of vodka and offered it to me. "Sister-in-law worked hard cooking. I toast this glass to you." She said she was toasting me; she didn't issue a command. So I just stared blankly at the glass of liquor in front of me and didn't move. Mia immediately started speaking sarcastically: "Looks like Sister-in-law is still holding a grudge against me! Danny, your woman isn't giving daddy any face!" Daniel yelled at me: "Don't you know basic table manners? When someone offers a toast, how can you not drink? Hurry up and drink it." I picked up the glass and downed it in one gulp without hesitation. I hadn't eaten a single grain of rice all day. Drinking such strong liquor so suddenly made my stomach immediately spasm in pain, and a groan of agony unconsciously escaped my lips. Daniel kicked me. "Chloe, you're purposely trying to ruin my mood today, aren't you! If you don't want to eat, get the hell out!" My body moved before my brain could process. Clutching my spasming stomach, I crawled out of the house step by step. Mia, holding her glass, joked from the side: "Danny, you're being a little unchivalrous here! Even though women are like clothes, she's still your wife!" Daniel glared at me. "Ever since she got out of that Good Wife Academy, she's been throwing tantrums at me. Who spoiled her to be like this? Ignore her!" Beads of cold sweat rolled down my forehead. I trembled, curled up in a ball at the front door. From inside, I could intermittently hear Daniel and Mia laughing, messing around, and letting out ambiguous moans and squeals. Exhausted and starving all day, I couldn't hold on any longer. My vision went black, and I passed out. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. Daniel was looking at me with a mix of worry and anger. "Chloe, are you really that stubborn? You'd rather starve and pass out at the door than come inside and give in to me?" I looked at him and said calmly: "You told me to get out. You didn't tell me to come back in." Daniel was stumped for a moment, his attitude softening slightly. "Chloe, stop throwing a fit. Mia and I grew up running around bare-bottomed together, we're bros. If there was ever going to be anything between us, do you think there'd be any room for you?" "Between bros, face is everything. Why are you so petty, insisting on disrespecting me in front of her? Sending you to that academy was just to teach you a lesson, to let you know you were wrong." He said so much, but all I understood was that he said I was wrong. So I immediately responded: "I was wrong." Hearing my apology, Daniel finally nodded in satisfaction. "Fine. Since you know you were wrong, we'll let this go. Let's just live a good life from now on." I nodded mechanically. "Live a good life." The next day, Daniel and Mia came together to pick me up from the hospital. While Daniel went to handle the discharge billing, Mia looked at me with disdain. "I really hate you pick-me girls. All you know how to do is act weak and pitiful in front of men, like you can't survive without one." "I'll make Danny understand that only our brotherly bond is the most reliable thing. A clinging vine like you is just a dispensable decoration." She threw harsh words at me for a long time, but seeing me stand there without a single extra expression, she got even more furious. When Daniel walked over, she grabbed him in a headlock, pressed his head against her chest, and started making dirty jokes like nobody else was around. "Are daddy's boobs soft? When we played house as kids, you even said you wanted to suck daddy's milk! How about a taste now?" Daniel unceremoniously grabbed her chest twice. "What are you talking about! My wife is watching!" Mia deliberately looked at me and said provocatively: "Sister-in-law is much more generous now. This is just us bros messing around, I don't think she'll mind." Daniel looked at me, carrying a faint expectation in his eyes. I said with a blank expression: "I don't mind." Daniel's face instantly darkened. He glared at me, turned around, and walked out. That night, Mia said she wanted to celebrate my discharge and specifically organized a party for everyone to go out and have some fun. Inside the dim VIP room, men and women gathered together, drinking and telling dirty jokes. Only I sat in the corner, my back ramrod straight, not saying a word. Mia forcefully pulled me over. "Sister-in-law, sitting there alone is so boring! Come play Truth or Dare with us." I nodded and responded: "Yes, Miss Mia." The Truth or Dare spinner pointed to Mia, instructing her to choose someone in the room to french kiss for one minute. Mia reached out and yanked Daniel over. Daniel instinctively looked at me. Mia looked at me and said: "It's just a game. Sister-in-law definitely won't mind. She might even lead the applause for us!" Receiving the command, my hands immediately started clapping unconsciously. The room erupted in cheers. "Sister-in-law, so generous!" "Sister-in-law, you rock!" A look of anger flashed across Daniel's face, but he wrapped his arms around Mia and started kissing her. I stared blankly at the scene of the two of them kissing, but dull waves of pain radiated from my chest. The next round began, and this time the spinner pointed to me, instructing me to perform a striptease in front of everyone. Mia looked at me with a mocking smile. "Danny always said Sister-in-law has a great body. Now I finally have the chance to feast my eyes." I stood up and reached out to unbutton my shirt. The jacket fell. Just as I was about to continue taking off my inner shirt... Daniel grabbed my hand. "Enough. This is just a joke. Are you really going to strip completely naked in front of all these people?" I looked at Daniel somewhat dazedly. Because there was no clear command, I didn't know if I should continue stripping right now. Just then, Mia drawled: "Danny, we're all bros here. Since Sister-in-law is willing to strip, what's the harm in letting us look!" Everyone present loved a good show, and they immediately started chanting at me: "Strip! Strip! Strip!" I shook off Daniel's hand and, without hesitation, took off my inner shirt. A wave of whistles echoed through the room instantly. I lowered my head, about to continue taking off my pants. Daniel rushed up and slapped me hard across the face. "Chloe, you're such a slut! Just to spite me, you'd rather strip naked in front of all these people?" I was knocked to the ground. Sharp pain flared in my cheek, and blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. Furious, Daniel threw his own jacket over me and kicked me twice. "Aren't you just blaming me for sending you to that Good Wife Academy?! Ever since you came back, you've been passive-aggressive and fighting me at every turn!" "Today I'm going to teach you a good lesson. I'll make you realize who exactly wears the pants in this house!" I curled up on the floor, feeling the pain radiating from all over my body, but I didn't know what I was supposed to do right now. Finally, someone couldn't watch anymore and stepped forward to pull Daniel back. "Alright, Danny. We took the joke too far just now. We were the ones who told her to strip, she was just trying not to ruin the vibe." Daniel looked at me, highly emotional, and roared: "At the end of the day, she's just a loose, cheap slut! People tell her to strip, and she strips! Then why doesn't she go die when I tell her to!" Receiving the new command, I immediately crawled up from the floor. "Yes, Husband." I quickly walked over to the balcony, pushed open the window, and climbed onto the ledge. Everyone was stunned. The emotion in Daniel's eyes shifted from anger to terror. "Chloe, what are you doing!" I stood on the eighth-floor ledge, looking down, without a trace of fear in my eyes, and answered flatly. "I am going to die." After saying that, I jumped without a moment's hesitation. The wind roared in my ears, and behind me, Daniel screamed heart-wrenchingly. With a loud bang, I crashed onto the roof of a car parked below. Thanks to the car breaking my fall, I wasn't smashed to a pulp. But I suffered multiple bone fractures all over my body and passed out from a severe concussion. When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital bed, wrapped in bandages. Daniel was sitting beside me, his hair disheveled, his eyes bloodshot. His clothes were speckled with blood. Seeing me open my eyes, he leaned in anxiously, wanting to touch me, but then tremblingly pulled his hand back. "Chloe, you scared me to death. Even if you're mad at me, you can't joke around with your own life..." I propped myself up against the mattress with my hands, trying to sit up. Noticing my movement, Daniel immediately asked: "What's wrong? Do you need to use the bathroom? I'll call the nurse right away." I said calmly: "You told me to go die. I haven't died yet. I need to go die." Daniel froze completely, his voice laced with terror. "Chloe, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me." Enduring the excruciating pain, I tried to climb out of bed. "I'm not scaring you. I just need to go die!" Hearing this, Daniel panicked even more and hurriedly hugged me. "Chloe, stop it. I only said that in anger. I don't want you to die, I want you to live a good life." The new command contradicted the previous one, so the new command became the protocol. I relaxed my body and lay calmly on the bed. "Yes, Husband. I will live a good life." Daniel told me to lie in bed and rest properly, so I immediately closed my eyes. He quickly ran out in a panic to find a doctor, his voice trembling as he explained my situation. "Doctor, my wife has become so strange. She listens to whatever I say. I told her to go die, and she jumped off the building." "She wasn't like this before. Is she sick? Please, I beg you, you have to cure her..." The doctor pressed down on Daniel's shoulder, motioning for him to calm down. Then he pulled out an examination report, looked at him, and asked: "Has Mrs. Davis undergone any cranial surgery recently? We found a surgical incision on the back of her head." "And from this CT scan, we can confirm there is indeed a 2mm metallic foreign object in Mrs. Davis's brain." "The abnormal behavior you mentioned might be related to this object." Daniel immediately shook his head. "No, my wife has always been healthy. She's never had any..." Suddenly, his voice cut off. He remembered sending me to the Good Wife Academy recently, and how I had become abnormal right after coming out of there. Plus, when he went to pick me up, the headmaster had confidently assured him that I would be completely obedient to him from then on. Daniel suspected that I had been subjected to something in there that turned me into this, and immediately chose to call the police. Under the police investigation, the truth quickly came to light. The headmaster of the Good Wife Academy, Richard Zhang, was a medical research fanatic obsessed with human brain modification experiments. He had even tried to use his position as a researcher to secretly experiment on severely ill patients. After the research institute found out, they kicked him out. After being expelled, Richard used his entire life savings to create this Good Wife Academy. The students he recruited were his test subjects. And I was his very first test subject. After succeeding with me, Richard quickly wanted to target others, but before he could, he was arrested by the police. Daniel rushed forward and punched Richard hard. "You animal! How dare you experiment on my wife! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" The police quickly pulled the two apart. Richard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, not believing for a second that he had done anything wrong. "You sent your wife to me to make her obedient, didn't you? Isn't she obedient now? She listens to your every word and will never disobey you again. Isn't that a good thing?" Daniel cursed wildly: "Good my ass! I want a living, breathing human being, not an obedient puppet!" "If my wife can't return to normal, I swear you'll pay with your life!" Richard tilted his head back and laughed maniacally. "You were the one who handed your wife over to me. You were the one who wanted her to be obedient." "If I'm a murderer, then you're my biggest accomplice!" Those words struck Daniel like a precision bullet. His entire body's strength seemed to drain away instantly, and he almost collapsed to the floor. He realized Richard was right. He himself was the main culprit who caused me to turn into this. Watching Richard be handcuffed and taken away in a police car. Daniel looked like he had lost his soul as he slowly returned to the hospital and walked over to my bed. He looked at my battered and bruised body, raising his hand to gently hold mine. "Chloe, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have forced you into that Good Wife Academy just to save face for a moment." I kept my eyes open, looking at him coldly, just like looking at a stranger. Daniel was stung by my gaze and dropped straight to his knees beside my bed. "Chloe, this is all my fault. You can curse me, hit me, whatever. Just please don't look at me with such cold eyes." I raised my hand, slapped him hard across the face, and then said flatly: "Bitch!" A glimmer of joy surfaced in Daniel's eyes, thinking I had returned to normal. But seeing my eyes still completely devoid of emotion, the joy vanished in a flash. I was simply following his command. That afternoon, Mia brought a cheap fruit basket to the hospital to see me. Seeing Daniel sitting dejectedly by my bed, she playfully punched his arm. "It's just a woman, do you really need to be this depressed? You acting like this really makes daddy look down on you!" Daniel was no longer in the mood to treat her jokes as flirting. He just glanced up at her and didn't respond. Mia walked over, looked at me on the bed, and suddenly said: "Chloe, bark like a dog for me a couple of times." I immediately opened my mouth and barked, "Woof, woof." Mia burst out laughing. "Wow, that's a really good impression! Bark a few more times for me to hear." Daniel quickly spoke up to stop it. "Chloe, don't bark. You rest properly." Hearing that the newest command was for me to rest, I closed my eyes directly. Daniel yanked Mia out of the room with an angry expression. "What are you doing? Chloe is already miserable enough turning into this. How can you take advantage of the situation to bully her?" The smile on Mia's face didn't fade. "How is this bullying?! I was just joking with her! Plus, I don't think she's miserable at all right now!" "It's great that she's like this. You tell her to go East, she won't go West. Even if we bros sleep in the same bed, she won't get jealous. In my opinion, this is definitely a good thing!" Those words thoroughly enraged Daniel. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face. "Are those even human words?! Chloe is a living, breathing person with thoughts and feelings, not just a robot puppet that only knows how to obey!" "Chloe turning into this has everything to do with you! Not only do you feel zero guilt, but you're actually here mocking her. You have absolutely no humanity!" Mia never expected Daniel to actually hit her. "You hit me over a woman? From now on, we're not bros." She lunged forward and started tearing into Daniel, both of them looking like they wanted to kill each other. In the end, medical staff had to call the police, and the police came to take them both away, finally ending the farce. Richard's arrest and the Good Wife Academy scandal made the news. My parents saw the report about me on the news and immediately flew to New York overnight. Seeing me lying in the hospital bed, my mom immediately leaned over and hugged me. "My poor Chloe has suffered so much. Don't be afraid, Mom is here." Being held tightly in her arms, I didn't know how to react, but I felt a warmth in my chest, and my eyes unconsciously grew moist. My dad rushed up and punched Daniel, whose face was already bruised and swollen. "When you begged me to let you marry my daughter, what did you say?" "You said you would treat her well, love her for a lifetime. Is this how you love her?" Daniel dropped straight to his knees in front of my parents. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. I was foolish. It's all my fault. You can hit me, curse me, I absolutely won't fight back..." My dad kicked him heavily a few more times, finally venting some of the anger pent up inside him.
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