Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 483 Exposed

The realization struck me hard-my death was only a minuscule thread in a vast intricate web-too small to stir even the faintest ripple.

In the unseen corners of the world, countless others shared my misfortune. Their ends were as

inconspicuous as stray animals struck by passing cars, unnoticed and unremembered.

Millions vanished across the nation every year, and those were just the cases officially reported. How many more disappeared in silence, their absence unacknowledged?

Where did they all go?

I didn't let my thoughts wander too far down that road.

Carter wrapped his arms around me, his voice steady and grounding. "Chloe, you're not a god. You can't save everyone. People have their paths, their destinies."

"I know, Carter. I do," I said, though my voice wavered.

But it wasn't so easy to let go. I could feel the burden pressing down on me. I had been given another

chance a life reclaimed, a man who loved me, moments filled with joy. Yet for so many, death was final. They were erased, leaving no trace of their existence.

"It's late," Carter said, his hand resting on my back. "If not for yourself, rest for the baby. Think about our family, not the whole world."

I nodded, though the heaviness lingered. "Okay. Goodnight."

I clutched his shirt, holding on tightly as if it could anchor me. Silently, I prayed for Taylor.

If he could root out the darkness behind all of this, it might just bring some balance to the chaos.

The next morning, Alisa left early for her prenatal checkup.

I took Whitney to see Sergio.

It wasn't just a performance; she genuinely needed help.

It had been nearly half a year since I last saw him, but Sergio accepted the appointment without hesitation.

When we stepped into his office, it felt as though time had stood still. Everything looked exactly as I remembered. Even the potted plant on his desk sat in the same spot, its leaves positioned identically. Sergio's precision was no surprise. His obsession with cleanliness and order had been evident during my own therapy sessions. I knew his routines as well as my own.

"Ms. Garder-or should I say Mrs. Bolton now?"

Sergio greeted me with a composed expression, the light catching on his silver-rimmed glasses. His tone was polite, measured, and calm, just as it had always been.

look exactly the same," I said, keeping

like it had been trimmed

his face calm. "The same?

but quickly recovered. "I

gaze unwavering. "You, however, seem to have changed

me off. We weren't close, so why would

though he saw right through me, like he knew something

"This is a good friend of mine. Could you run a psychological evaluation for

"Go ahead to the treatment room. I'll join you

"Alright."

cradle on the desk, the clicking sound of the spheres grounding me. This office had been my sanctuary for almost 3 years. It

quietly. "Did you have an

I was here for a few years. Dr. Zimmer and I know

me off, her expression serious. "Since you

shook my head. "No,

knife. "Then how did you know exactly where the treatment room was? No one showed us, and yet you walked straight here. How can you know this place if you've never been here in this

a chill creeping over me. "Are you

Dr. Zimmer is as

voice broke the tension.

to see Sergio standing there, his gaze impossible to read.

begin the session with Ms. Sander now. Please wait in the

course. Thank you, Dr.

the panic clawing at my chest. As I

the door, to your

"Got it."

to her calm composure, I couldn't

to protect herself early on, while I had grown up in a safe bubble. Her instincts were

a small drink station, offering

water and picked up a comic

thought it was just for kids, something childish. But now, I found myself

realized it, the pile of

was so close to find out. The next issue was

It was there, but the problem was, the next volume was right on the topmost shelf. I

that for you," a familiar

Sergio's chest brushed against my back. He reached up and grabbed the

"Yeah, thanks," I replied.

sank into the

in my hands, my nerves