His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 21

Doctor White didn't push her. The room remained quiet for about a minute before Chloe Caldwell suddenly took a sharp breath and looked up.

Her eyes were bloodshot, harboring a new trace of venomous hatred.

"Doctor White, I dream about her all the time!"

"Her?"

"Virginia Caldwell!"

Virginia froze, her grip on her pen suddenly tightening.

Doctor White didn't look at Virginia. He simply maintained his gentle, probing tone. "What does she do in your dreams?"

"She stole my parents, my lover, my brother!" Chloe roared, her chest heaving violently. "Why did she have to come back? Why did she take everything from me?!"

"I hate her!"

Those three words carried the crushing weight of something repressed for far too long.

Doctor White maintained an active listening posture without interrupting, though a deep frown creased his forehead.

This was a crucial part of the trauma narrative process—the patient needed to pour out their deepest, most visceral emotions.

Virginia sat off to the side, the tip of her pen scratching rhythmically across the paper.

Her face was a mask of absolute calm, but her breathing had noticeably quickened. Her hand was no longer steady, turning her usually elegant and neat handwriting into an erratic scrawl.

Chloe's agitation only escalated. She leaned forward, her knuckles turning stark white as she gripped the armrests of the sofa.

"I was brilliant! It was her... it was that bitch Virginia who ruined me! She destroyed my chance to shine internationally! She ruined my entire life!"

Doctor White raised a hand to soothe her. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the door to the consultation room was pushed open.

Archer Vanderbilt stood in the doorway.

He had heard Chloe's sharp, agonizing screams from the hall and rushed in, worried something terrible had happened.

Chloe nestled into his chest, weeping delicate, heartbreaking tears. Her shoulders shook with every sob as she clutched desperately at the lapels of his trench coat. But in the brief moments she peeked out, the glares she shot Virginia were laced with pure malice.

Virginia sat just three steps away.

She had a front-row seat to Archer's tender comforting, forced to watch Chloe bury her face in his chest and cry like a fragile victim.

As the scene unfolded, a sharp ache pierced Virginia's mind, and her body began to tremble involuntarily.

It brought her right back to five years ago.

Screens full of vile hate comments flooding her phone. Direct messages packed with bloody, mutilated photos sent by Chloe's rabid fans.

The trending hashtag—"Virginia Caldwell is a homewrecker who ruined her sister's marriage"—had dominated social media for three straight days.

And Chloe's piercing words: Virginia, your existence is a mistake! No one loves you, no one needs you. Why don't you just die...

They were the final, crushing blows that had ultimately broken her.