He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 445

He knew perfectly well that she was drowning in immense trauma.

He knew she was trapped by a tragedy she couldn't process.

But sitting face-to-face with her, he felt entirely powerless.

Because no matter what he asked, she was perfectly cooperative.

Whatever topic he breached, she sat there and politely listened.

The Therapist knew this was actually the most dangerous psychological state.

She appeared entirely functional on the outside.

But in the dark recesses of her mind, she was ruthlessly tearing her own soul apart.

Thinking about it made him sigh heavily.

"When I spoke with Mrs. Hayes, she sounded no different from a healthy individual. But she offered absolutely no emotional openings. She flawlessly dodged every core issue I tried to address, and I obviously can't force her to open up. I ran a standard assessment, and the results merely suggest a mild depressive mood."

He laid out the grim reality of the situation.

"So, my recommendation is to observe her and intervene only when absolutely necessary. She is outwardly compliant, but deeply resistant inside. If we harass her with constant sessions, it might push her over the edge."

It was a compromise—the only viable option when all other avenues were dead ends.

"I will come by at a set time every two days to check in on her. That should establish a safe routine."

The Therapist finished his report.

Sebastian listened in silence, his jaw tight.

After a long pause, he nodded. "Alright. Understood."

There was nothing left for the doctor to say.

Sebastian quickly ordered the staff to escort the man out.

He walked over to the master bedroom door but couldn't bring himself to turn the handle.

He just stood in the hallway.

For a very, very long time.

...

In the days that followed, Helena remained terrifyingly docile.

She was as quiet as a perfectly normal, well-adjusted person.

It seemed as though she had successfully compartmentalized her grief, no longer drowning in extreme emotional outbursts.

She ate her three meals a day right on schedule.

She even engaged in polite, casual small talk with the staff.

Sebastian stayed at the estate, refusing to leave for work.

This was her gift to Hope—her first, and her absolute last.

In traditional folklore, a departed spirit didn't wait a week to return.

On the twenty-first day, the child's soul would come back home.

Then, she would finally cross over and be reborn.

She would take the gift her mother had made for her.

Helena was determined to finish knitting the sweater before that twenty-first day arrived.

It was her final, desperate wish.

She wanted Hope to have a safe journey to her next life.

She prayed her baby would grow up healthy and happy next time around.

On the twenty-first day since her daughter's passing, Helena tied the final knot and gently placed The Knitted Sweater on her nightstand.

No one noticed a single shift in her demeanor.

Over the past two days, Sebastian had been forced out of town on a business trip.

Naturally, he couldn't keep a 24-hour watch on her.

And the knot of dread in his chest had only grown tighter and more suffocating by the hour.