The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 302

Chapter 302

Ellie’s POV

I turned slowly to look at Dominic.

“You hired a couples therapist?” I blurted out. “Since when?”

“Since this morning, when it had been all night and you didn’t corne home,” Dominic replied easily. “I figured it might be beneficial for us to talk to someone. A person who’s unbiased and trained in this very thing.”

“I don’t need a therapist,” I muttered. I glanced at the woman. “No offense.

Her smile was unwavering. “None taken. But just because you don’t need therapy doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be beneficial.” She tilted her head. “Dominic told me that you two have been having trust problems in your relationship.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” I replied.

Amy’s expression softened a little. “Would you like to take a seat? We can stop anytime you’d like if you get uncomfortable or feel it’s not helping.”

I sighed, shooting Dominic another look. With his hands in his pockets, he shrugged slightly, brows lifted, giving me the opportunity to accept or decline. I didn’t want to admit it, but I appreciated that.

“Alright,” I said after a moment, moving over to the sofe. I flopped down on the middle cushion. “Let’s do this.”

The therapist beamed and gestured for Dominic to sit beside me. He did, leaving just enough space so we didn’t touch, while she sat in the armchair across from us. She opened her notebook in her lap and looked

between the two of us.

“So,” she said. “To start, why don’t you two tell me a bit about your relationship? How did you meet?”

“We’ve known each other pretty much since forever,” Dominic said.

Amy jotted something down. “And you’re fated?”

“Yes,” I grumbled.

She nodded, writing that down, too. “You don’t seem particularly thrilled about that, Ellie.”

“It’s complicated,” I said.

The therapist set her pen down on top of her notebook page. “That’s what we’re here for. To talk about the complicated things.” Pausing, she added, “I heard rumors that there was an incident at your wedding. A stabbing. You held the knife. Would you say that was where your trust issues started with one another?”

Dominic leaned back in the cushions. “On my end, no. But Ellie…” He looked at me. “You told me that night that you did it because of trauma. But you never explained anything else.”

“There’s nothing to explain,” I said.

“I think sticking a knife in my ribs is something to explain,” Dominic shot back.

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Dominic fell silent at that, looking down at his lap.

“Tell you what,” Amy said, licking her thumb and flipping through her notebook. “I’m going to give you two some homework to do tonight. A series of trust-building exercises that I hope will facilitate more of an open dialogue between you two during our next session.”

“Trust exercises?” I asked. “Seriously? Do we have to-”

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“You don’t have to do anything.” Amy smiled as she tore a page out of her notebook and placed it on the coffee table. “But you never know. It could be fun.”

Dominic and I exchanged looks. I leaned over as he picked up the paper and studied it. There were three trust -building exercises listed on the page; the sort of thing involving holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes, talking about our dreams, and, of course, no trust-building homework would be complete without trust falls.

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