Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 484 His Focus

The frames of his glasses gleamed under the light, their edges catching and reflecting a cold brilliance. Behind them, his eyes held a weighty depth, calm yet piercing; impossible to decipher.

When our gazes locked, a shiver ran through me. My defenses, carefully built and painstakingly maintained, fell apart in an instant.

There was no hiding from him. He saw through everything.

"You weaseled that answer out of me."

"I thought we were friends."

His expression barely shifted, yet there was a flicker of something that looked like disappointment. "In half a year," he began, his tone heavier now, "not once did you reach out. Not one message, not a single call either."

I glanced toward the door and realized he had closed it quietly; leaving me no chances to escape.

"When did you figure it out?" I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.

"Chloe," he said, almost incredulous, "I was your therapist for years. Did you honestly believe you could pull this off without me noticing? Why do you think I went along with exposing Anna as a fraud? Do o you think I have nothing better to do?" "Then why pretend not to recognize me?" I shot back, though my voice lacked conviction.

"At first, I thought it was too far-fetched to be real," he admitted, his tone measured. "I couldn't believe it. The idea was absurd. But the way you spoke, the way you moved-it all reminded me of you. Still, it wasn't enough. So, I started looking deeper. Over the last six months, I've traveled, gathered information, and connected the dots. Turns out, this sort of thing-souls switching bodies-is rare, but not unheard of."

I froze, caught between disbelief and resignation. A weak laugh slipped out despite myself. Leave it to Sergio to turn this into a full-blown investigation. I wouldn't have been surprised if he had charts, graphs, maybe even a presentation to back it all up.

"I dug into Zoey's history," he continued, his voice sharp yet deliberate. "Then I watched you at the competition. The shifts in your emotions, the way you reacted-it confirmed what I already suspected. The soul in that body doesn't belong there. But here's what really stings. Tell me, Chloe, if your friend hadn't needed therapy, would you have come back at all?"

"I... "The words caught in my throat. I didn't know what to say.

Back when the Sanders family and Luke had pushed me to the brink, Sergio had been my anchor. He helped me piece myself back together, one session at a time. He even stayed while I painted, offering quiet encouragement when I couldn't find my way. Most of those works were still with him, though I hadn't thought about them in years.

We were friends, yes. But the kind whose closeness faded over time, not the ones you'd share every secret with.

After

my rebirth, every step had been a calculated risk. Trusting anyone, even someone like Sergio, felt reckless.

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Chapter 484 His Focus

And announcing my return to the world? Impossible.

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seen before, as though Thad crossed an invisible line. There was no anger in his eyes, only something heavier, something

I blurted.

I've just been... busy." The excuse sounded feeble

with an intensity that made my skin prickle. A faint, icy smile curled his lips, cutting and sharp.

he seemed different. The change wasn't loud or obvious-it was quiet, but undeniable. And it scared me in a

it might shield me. "I've been busy, okay? And think about it-my death wasn't exactly

sharp eyes seemed to cut through

he seemed to let his guard down. For a moment, he looked like the Sergio

he said, his voice even, "are we still

hesitation. "I haven't forgotten everything you did for me. Back then, you gave me the strength to

"But I couldn't save you in the end. I failed you.

head. "What happened wasn your fault. Don't

the door swung open. Whitney stood in the doorway, her face calm but her

she said, her voice steady, "your methods

He turned to her, his tone measured. "Then we'll need to try something

us before settling on me. "Maybe if she stays

think Sergio would hurt me? It felt more

sister, she had a way of

one.

didn't argue. He

him into the treatment

to follow

aware of my struggles and ready to face them. Whitney, though, was a different story. She refused to acknowledge she needed help and fought

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hypnotize her, it a clash of wills. Whitney didn't just resist; she pushed back, trying to dismantle his techniques

This wasn't therapy.

It was a duel.

appear delicate, but her will was forged from something unyielding. Her whole self will was forged from something unyielding. Her whole self seemed to

standoff, I decided to intervene. "Maybe we should grab some lunch and

all, we were mostly here for show, killing time more

"I'll arrange it. Ms. Sander,

replied without

to relax."

scanning the whole room. Once she was satisfied there were no cameras, she leaned closer and lowered her voice. "You shouldn't share so much about

figured it out. He knows who I am," I said, keeping my voice steady, though unease crept beneath