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.

walked in wearing a tailored suit, two-inch

vivid picture in my

like you. You were composed, articulate, and

I murmured, trying to recall what

tests, I realized your condition was far from ordinary. Not

were trapped in an endless void, unable to see even a sliver of light. Yet, despite all that pain, you never held resentment. You never blamed those

intrigued. At first, I observed you purely out

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

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

the blanket, and

awful, wasn't I? I grew up seeing 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

you did. You stopped smiling. You visited me more often. Your condition worsened insomnia, silence, uncontrollable emotions, even thoughts of ending your

But I was wrong. Because somewhere along the way, in this twisted experiment of mine, I lost myself. I didn't

cut him out of your life completely, I could step in-to help you heal, to bring you back to the person you

flew back to

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

said, "Do you know anything about

I saw things that disgusted me so much that I cut ties with

left, changed my name, and never looked back. If it weren't for you,

I finally found you, you

he continued, "You

That's why I worked with you. The moment I saw you at the scene your eyes, your subtle movements-I

If I

the start,