His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 533

Virginia's hand froze slightly on her teacup.

In her mind, the blurred, fragmented lake of memories suddenly stitched together, forming a crystal-clear sequence of events...

"Mr. Everett's exposure therapy was already in its third phase," she blurted out, her voice shifting into its signature cool, measured professional tone. "His tolerance for anxiety is incredibly low. Swapping doctors mid-phase almost guarantees a massive relapse. He has to continue his desensitization training..."

The moment the words left her mouth, a heavy silence fell over the living room.

Holly froze, and Daisy's jaw dropped in shock.

Virginia herself stiffened in place.

The memories that had been suppressed by the blockers, the fabricated narratives forcefully implanted in her mind back in Chicago, completely shattered in that singular moment.

The bitter entanglements with the Sutton and Caldwell families, the grueling, suffocating days abroad, the sterile corridors of Mercer Psychiatric Hospital, the intense academic debates with Professor White and her peers, Valentin Hunter's unapologetic pursuit, and her dear brother, Miles Sutton.

Everything came crashing back like a tidal wave, drowning her in the absolute truth of who she was...

"Virginia? Are you alright? Does your head hurt?" Mrs. Benson slammed her cup down, her face pale with panic.

Virginia slowly opened her eyes, and the previous haze of confusion was completely gone, replaced entirely by the razor-sharp, untouchable clarity that defined the real Ginny.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Benson," she said, curving her lips into a faint, reassuring smile, her tone laced with her usual effortless grace. "I just suddenly remembered a lot of things from before."

Mrs. Benson let out a massive sigh of relief.

They chatted for another half hour before noticing the exhaustion creeping into Virginia's features, prompting them to say their goodbyes.

After seeing them out, Virginia sat alone on the sprawling leather sofa.

She was entirely awake now.

She knew exactly who she was, and she fully grasped the staggering price Archer had paid to scour the earth for her over the last eighteen months.

Cindy happened to be coming down the stairs clutching her doll, her big eyes instantly lighting up at the sight of the box.

"Daddy bought cake!" The little girl sprinted over, practically plastered to the edge of the coffee table with wide, eager eyes.

The housekeeper smiled and walked over to untie the ribbon.

Inside sat a gorgeous Strawberry Mousse Cake, blanketed in a thick, rich layer of frosting.

Cindy grabbed her little spoon, practically vibrating with excitement as she aimed for a massive scoop.

Purely on reflex, Virginia shot her hand out and clamped down on her daughter's wrist.

"Hold on a second, Cindy."

She plucked the spoon from the little girl's grip and, with practiced precision, expertly scraped off the heavy layer of frosting, leaving only a tiny sliver of cream alongside the soft sponge cake.