She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 261

At night.

Joyce had a nightmare.

She dreamt she was trapped inside a sealed house.

In the dead of night, flames licked in from the windows; she cradled her heavily pregnant belly, desperate to escape, but the high walls boxed her in. She tried to find another way out, but the walls seemed to shift and close in on her, leaving her with no choice but to hold her stomach and watch helplessly as the fire lunged at her.

She was consumed by the inferno in her dream.

A hoarse sound tore from her throat—

She remembered clearly that she was screaming for Jocelyn.

Jocelyn, Jocelyn...

Each cry was bloodcurdling, echoing endlessly between the high walls.

And her body was reduced to ashes by the roaring blaze.

She let out an agonizing wail—

When she jolted awake, she sprang up from the bed, only to be caught by a warm body. Her head rested against a man's shoulder as his hand gently patted her back, coaxing her like a child. "Damien is right here! Don't be afraid, Joyce, Damien is here."

Joyce was still reeling in terror.

She buried her face tightly in Damien's chest.

Her body trembled uncontrollably for a long time.

The doctor had diagnosed her with PTSD.

Even though she had forgotten everything, those memories were deeply rooted in her subconscious; once triggered, they manifested through her dreams. Every time Joyce had a nightmare, Damien was always the first to rush over, comforting her restless soul.

This condition would haunt Joyce for the rest of her life.

Unless she could step out of the shadows.

Damien continuously patted her back.

After a long while, Joyce finally whispered, "Damien, I dreamt I was in a hospital. I was pregnant, carrying Jocelyn... The fire raged, and I wanted to take Jocelyn and run, but there was nowhere to go. The flames burning my skin hurt so much. Is it because I read about what happened to Mrs. Sanford? I really look so much like her. Did Mr. Sanford choose me just because of my face? Does he see me as Mrs. Sanford's stand-in?"

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The autumn rain was falling.

Transparent droplets slid down the glass, striking the foliage below with a muffled thud.

The woman saw her own reflection in the window.

She raised a hand and gently touched her face.

A sense of profound sorrow inexplicably welled up inside her.

She couldn't remember anything from her past.

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