Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival by Jobet GraySon

Chapter Ninety Three

Kayden.

As I walked into the office of my psychologist, Elena Romero, I was met with the familiarity of the

space, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of both relief and excitement. It had been a while since I last sat across from her, pouring out every thought in my head and knowing that all she could do was listen, and no matter what I said to her, it wouldn’t leave this room.

Elena rose from her seat behind the desk, a small smile gracing her features as she greeted me. “Welcome, Mr. Black. It’s been some time since your last appointment,” she commented.

I chuckled softly. “I haven’t had much reason to visit, Elena,” I replied, the comfort of familiarity settling in my chest at the sight of her familiar face.

Elena rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ve told you before, Mr. Black. I’m your doctor. You can address

me as Dr. Romero,” she chided gently.

I chuckled again. “I’d still prefer Elena over Dr. Romero any day. Besides, you know how much I dislike your last name. I also don’t like when you call me Mr. Black and make things between us too formal. We’re way past that stage now, wouldn’t you agree?” I quipped.

you

Elena sighed, her gaze softening as she regarded me. “Alright then, Kayden. Like I’ve told before, you can’t just pick and choose when you want to show up for your appointments. Consistency is key to making progress,” she lectured, her voice firm.

Taking a seat on the sofa in the room, I met Elena’s gaze evenly. “You already know I don’t come here. to get better, Elena. I’m simply here because I want to have a space where I can vent and talk without fear of judgment, and you just happen to be the best person I can talk to,” I responded with a knowing wink.

Elena took a seat opposite me, her expression mirroring a mix of concern and understanding as she studied me. “How have you been feeling, Kayden?” she inquired.

okay, especially when I manage to control my temper and avoid hurting anyone. But other time! I feel lost, like there’s something I

unsure of how

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forward, her eyes searching mine. “What is it that you feel

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know, Elena. I just feel restless, like there’s a void in me that I can’t seem to fill. It’s a strange feeling of craving something and feeling empty because I don’t know what it is I’m

next question. “Have your thoughts or feelings perhaps changed in any way

our last session sparked a dry laugh

“The only thing that has shifted, if anything, is my resolve to rid myself of a certain individual who has long been a thorn in my side. Other than that,

as she processed my response. “So, does this mean you still harbor feelings of

child?”

exciting about bringing a child into this world. Whenever I look at my wife and realize that she carries a child in her, all I feel is a

it that stops you from finding joy in the prospect of becoming a father?” she questioned, her

yet insistent.

a sense of resignation in my eyes. “It’s because I know that this child will only end up

matter–of–factly.

you mean that you will also subject them to

thinking carefully about my response. “As much as I would like to believe that I can steer clear of physical abuse, I can’t make any promises,” I admitted. “But beyond that, I know that emotionally, this child will bear the brunt of my shortcomings, and I have no intention of subjecting myself to being

upfront with your wife about not wanting children?” Elena’s voice echoed in the quiet room. “Do you have any idea how she would feel

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