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.

been a while. You still look exactly the same," I said, keeping my tone

maintained, like it had

face calm. "The same? We've only met

almost stumbled but quickly recovered. "I meant that meeting 6 months

examined me carefully, his gaze unwavering. "You,

weren't close, so why would

like

a good friend of mine. Could you run a psychological evaluation

"Go ahead to

"Alright."

with practiced ease, entering a room that felt 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 been my sanctuary for almost 3

voice came quietly. "Did you

for a few years. Dr. Zimmer and I know each other well.

off, her expression serious. "Since you came back...

my head.

where the treatment room was? No one showed us, and yet you walked straight here. How

hand stopped mid-motion, a chill

her words pointed. "If Dr. Zimmer is as

voice broke the tension. "Suspect

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

Ms. Sander now. Please wait in the lounge. If you need anything, my

course. Thank you, Dr.

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

the door, to your

"Got it."

shoulder gently before stepping back. Compared to her calm composure, I couldn't shake the feeling that I

a safe bubble. Her instincts were sharper, more untamed,

waiting area had a small drink station, offering a

water and picked up a comic

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

of comics beside

issue was

was there, but the problem was, the next volume was right on the topmost

you," a familiar

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

"Yeah, thanks," I replied.

us, and sank into the couch.

squeezed the comic in my hands, my nerves starting to show.