Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 506 Confession

The memories of Sergio treating me had long faded, but looking at him now, it felt like he was the one in need of saving.

Answering him wasn't the hard part-I just couldn't afford to provoke him. The safest option was to go along with his emotions. "A lot of things are blurry in my mind. Whether it's you or Carter, both are just names to me now. To me, you're simply my psychiatrist."

I carefully withdrew my hand from his and placed it on my swollen belly. "Right now, all I care about is bringing my children into this world safely."

He seemed content with my response, perhaps because it meant he and Carter were on equal footing. "I get it, Coco. I won't hurt you. I just want a fair chance," he said.

Sergio slowly stood up, switched on the bedside lamp, and locked eyes with me. "I was the one who met you first."

Curiosity stirred within me. There was something I likely hadn't known before losing my memory.

I adjusted my position, letting him pull the blanket over me.

In moments like those, his presence felt oddly reassuring. At least compared to the couple downstairs, he seemed more dependable.

He locked the door, pulled out a blanket, and effortlessly set up a bed on the floor, just as he had done before.

Sergio was attractive and elegant-the kind of man who could have any woman he wanted. So why go to such extremes to kidnap a pregnant, married woman like me?

Some might call him unhinged, but he had always taken good care of me and had never done anything questionable.

It wasn't until he drifted off to sleep and turned off the lights that I finally said, "Let's talk about the past- tell me why you like me."

"Alright." His voice was smooth, carrying the warmth of a late-night radio host recounting a story.

in wearing a tailored suit, two-inch heels, and carrying

words painted a vivid

but none quite like you. You were composed, articulate, and your eyes were clear -there was no obvious sign of

I murmured, trying to recall what I

running some tests, I realized your condition was far from ordinary. Not only were you struggling with an illness, but

that pain, you never held resentment. You never blamed those who had hurt you. You fought through it, covered in wounds,

intrigued. At first, I observed you purely

that genuine kindness was non-existent. Most with depression withdraw from the world, struggle with emotional instability, and sometimes lash out or resort to

out to me, silently pleading for help. And I-" His voice wavered slightly. "I wondered how long

instinctively grabbed the blanket, and he let out

the ugliest sides of people, convinced that true kindness didn't exist. I watched your suffering like it was some kind of spectacle, waiting for you to break, to give up, to

eventually, you did. You stopped smiling. You visited me more often. Your condition worsened insomnia, silence, uncontrollable emotions,

experiment of mine, I lost myself. I didn't want

Luke and cut him out of your life completely, I could step in-to help you heal, to bring you back to the person you used to be. But I was overseas when I received the news

flew back to Snowville

down, I feared I was already too late.

you know anything about

I saw things that disgusted me so much that I

weren't for you, I would have never

finally found

as he continued, "You didn't even have

to me as Zoey, I wanted justice for you. That's why I worked with you. The moment I saw you at the scene your eyes, your subtle movements-I knew something wasn't right. I started watching closely, piecing everything

regret it. If I had guided

the start,