Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506 Confession 

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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. 

“At first, you were just another patient to me. The first time we met, you walked in wearing a tailored suit, two–inch heels, and carrying a briefcase. You didn’t look like someone seeking therapy–you seemed more like you were there to negotiate.” 

His words painted a vivid picture in my mind. 

“I’ve met many patients, but none quite like you. You were composed, articulate, and your eyes were clear- there was no obvious sign of depression.” 

“Really?” I murmured, trying to recall what I had been thinking that day. 

“But after running some tests, I realized your condition was far from ordinary. Not only were you struggling with an illness, but you also had bipolar disorder. 

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

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still found the strength to bring warmth to the children at the orphanage. 

“I was intrigued. At first, I observed you purely out of curiosity. 

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“I grew up witnessing the darkest aspects of people, believing that genuine kindness was non–existent. Most with depression withdraw from the world, struggle with emotional instability, and sometimes lash out or resort to self–harm. 

“But you endured it all without burdening anyone else. Even in unbearable pain, you reached out to me, silently pleading for help. And I-” His voice wavered slightly. “I wondered how long it would take before you finally gave up.” 

I instinctively grabbed the blanket, and he let out a bitter chuckle. 

“I was 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 to break, to give up, to lose that relentless spark in your eyes. 

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

“I thought I had won. I believed you had finally surrendered to the darkness. But I was wrong. Because somewhere along the way, in this twisted experiment of mine, I lost myself. I didn’t want to see you fall anymore–I wanted to pull you back up. I wanted to be the one to save you. 

“At that time, I had no idea 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 heard, I flew back to Snowville immediately. 

“I 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 an organization was involved.” 

I said, “Do you know anything about them?” 

“Sort of. When I was younger, I saw things that disgusted me so much that I cut ties with them completely. I left, changed my name, and never looked back. If it weren’t for you, I would have never been entangled with them again. 

“But when I finally found you, you … 

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His voice cracked slightly as he continued, “You didn’t even have a complete body. 

“After you reached out 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 together until I realized you were Chloe. 

“Coco, I regret it. If I had guided you differently from the start, you wouldn’t have gotten pregnant, wouldn’t have fallen into that deep depression because of that child … and you wouldn’t have died on your wedding night, in the middle of a snowstorm. If I were given another chance, I would do everything differently.”