From Wife to Aunt: His Worst Nightmare novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Based on the frequency of my insomnia and the depression assessment form, Edwin frowned and asked, “Ms. Yaxley, have you been taking the medication I prescribed on schedule?”

“Yes, I’ve been taking it regularly. Why?” I asked uneasily.

I pressed, “Has my condition gotten worse again? You don’t have to hide it from me. I can feel it myself. I’m exhausted both mentally and physically every day. Even when I do nothing, I feel drained.”

Edwin said gravely, “There’s something I need to say. I know you won’t like hearing it, but I have to say it anyway. Last time, you told me you no longer cared about your husband or your marriage. But judging from your reactions now, these are precisely signs that you do care.

I was about to respond when he immediately cut me off and added, “You don’t need to rush to deny it. After all, that’s 20 years of feelings and four years of marriage. Unless someone is completely emotionless like a machine, there will always be reluctance and pain. That’s perfectly understandable.”

I was left speechless.

After that, Edwin continued with the planned treatment.

Each time I spoke about my past with Steve, about those memories that had once been so

alive. beautiful, they would transform into sharp blades that carved me up

After two hours of therapy, I left the consultation room.

There were three elevators outside the room. I had just stepped into one when the doors of another elevator suddenly opened.

I saw Steve walk out with Jake.

He had always been proud and aloof, never glancing around when he walked, so he didn’t notice me at all.

Suspicion stirred in my heart. I stepped out of the elevator as well and quietly followed them.

Steve entered another consultation room. The rooms here were priced according to the doctors

qualifications.

He went to the most expensive one.

I was utterly puzzled. Why would Steve be at the psychiatric department?

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Could it be that he, the abuser in this marriage, had somehow developed psychological problems himself?

I dismissed the thought almost immediately. Steve and Isabel were blissfully sweet right now. How could he possibly have psychological issues?

Then the only remaining possibility would be Dorothy. Could she have developed psychological problems after starting kindergarten?

Was Steve here to get treatment for her? After all, she’d been wetting her pants constantly and struggling with social relationships.

But today was the weekend. Dorothy was clearly home. If it were really for her, he should’ve brought her along.

Just then, a nurse’s voice startled me. “Ma’am, who are you looking for?”

I quickly made up an excuse and replied calmly, “I’m Mr. Griffin’s wife. I have no idea that my husband has psychological issues. Do you know how long he’s been coming here?”

As I spoke, I even took out an old photo of Steve and me together to put her doubts to rest.

The nurse’s attitude immediately became much more respectful. “Mr. Griffin comes here almost every Saturday afternoon.

Every Saturday? So this wasn’t Steve’s first time here?

I pressed on, “Then how long has he been receiving treatment? Is it serious?”

The nurse replied, “I only started working here last year. But ever since I began, I’ve seen Mr. Griffin here on Saturday afternoons. As for what condition he has, I don’t know. Doctors keep strict confidentiality for their patients.”

That made sense. On my very first visit, I signed a confidentiality agreement with my psychiatrist as well.

“I understand. Thank you.”

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