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.

The first time we met, you walked in wearing a tailored suit, two-inch heels, and carrying

words painted a vivid

quite like you. You were composed, articulate, and

I murmured, trying to recall what I had been thinking that

was far from ordinary. Not only were you struggling with an

of light. Yet, despite all that pain, you never held resentment. You never blamed those who had hurt you. You fought through it, covered in wounds, and still found the strength to bring warmth to the

was intrigued. At first, I observed you

darkest aspects of people, believing that genuine kindness was non-existent. Most with

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

instinctively grabbed the blanket, and he

true kindness didn't exist. I watched your suffering

smiling. You visited me more often. Your

in this twisted experiment of mine, I lost

about Wisteria's true identity, nor did I know they were setting up something this elaborate. I thought that once you saw through 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 of your disappearance. The moment I

flew back to

found the person who reported it, though deep down, I feared I was already too late. I searched for you, and soon I discovered that

"Do you

of. When I was younger, I saw things that disgusted me so much that I cut ties with them

it weren't for you, I would have never been entangled with them

finally found you,

continued, "You didn't even have a

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 together until I

it. If I

from the start,