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.

a while. You still look exactly the

maintained, like it had been trimmed with a

glasses, his face calm. "The same? We've

but quickly recovered. "I

examined me carefully, his gaze unwavering. "You,

off. We weren't close, so why would

me, like he

steer the conversation away, I gestured toward Whitney. "This is a

without hesitation. "Go ahead to

"Alright."

as familiar as an old photograph. My fingers brushed the Newton's cradle on the desk, the clicking sound of the spheres grounding me. This office had

quietly. "Did

years. Dr. Zimmer and I

her expression serious. "Since you came back... have you

my head. "No, not

eyes narrowed, sharp as a knife. "Then how did you know exactly where the treatment room was? No one showed us, and yet you

stopped mid-motion, a chill creeping over me. "Are

Dr. Zimmer is as observant

the doorway, a voice broke the

standing there, his gaze impossible to read. The weight of his scrutiny

session with Ms. Sander now. Please wait in the

Thank you,

at my chest. As I turned to leave, I added, "By the way, where's

the door, to

"Got it."

Compared to her calm composure, I couldn't shake the feeling

bubble. Her instincts were sharper, more untamed, and she was always ready for whatever life threw

small drink station, offering a variety

grabbed a glass of warm water and picked up

manga. At first, I thought it was just for kids, something childish. But now, I

pile of comics

The next issue was almost within reach, but the volume I had

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

a familiar voice said

Sergio's chest brushed against my back. He reached up and grabbed the comic. "Is this

"Yeah, thanks," I replied.

and sank into the couch. "How's Starling doing?" "Not

squeezed the comic in my hands, my nerves starting to