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The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 498

Nora stared at the lone pencil on the floor, her chest heaving violently. Her face was as pale as a sheet, cold sweat clinging to her temples.

The air in the room completely froze.

The therapist stood off to the side, leaning in with concern to pick it up. "Mrs. Hayes, maybe we should stop the first phase of training for today..."

"No."

Nora's voice was rigid, cutting the therapist off.

She extended her left hand, pointing at the pencil on the floor. "Give it to me."

Hesitantly, the therapist bent down, retrieved the pencil, and placed it back into Nora's trembling right palm.

Standing a few feet away, Gideon saw with absolute clarity the torture she was enduring.

His arms hung at his sides, hands balled into tight fists, the veins popping starkly against his skin.

A bottomless well of heartbreak and self-blame surged in his dark eyes, the rims of his eyes turning visibly red.

Several times, he fought the urge to step forward and call off this cruel torment, wanting nothing more than to pull her into his arms and shield her from the suffering.

But his rationality kept his feet bolted to the floor. He knew this was the agonizing path she had to walk to ever hold a pen again. He had no choice but to endure the sensation of his own heart being carved out, standing by her side as she suffered.

Nora bit down on her lower lip so hard that a faint trace of blood seeped through her teeth.

She desperately fired commands from her brain, forcing those stiff, twisted knuckles to tighten—to grip that feather-light pencil.

Once.

The pencil slipped.

Twice.

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