Walking Away While Pregnant: Dear Ex-Husband, I Don't Love You Anymore novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Chapter 200

Unable to hold back her tears, Elise broke into a heavy sob. As her eyes swept across the jagged, despairing handwriting, fragmented pieces of her forgotten past finally snapped into place, completing a tragic, horrific puzzle.

During those dark months, she had lashed out at Dylan constantly with fists, words, and whatever she could grab. Every sharp object in the house had been removed, and safety bars had been installed on their bedroom windows.

Yet she still had no recollection of how she had managed to hide that fruit knife under her pillow.

Perhaps there were still countless memories buried too deep to ever surface.

Toward the end of the pages, Dylan’s handwriting diverged drastically from the neat, deliberate notes on her early prenatal forms. The strokes became chaotic, erratic, and frantic, the paragraph breaks scattered without structure.

He, too, had been drowning in utter agony.

A marriage forged in hope had ultimately yielded nothing but endless torment for them both.

Why... why keep clinging to this tragic entanglement?

[Elise has fallen into a deep coma, unwilling to wake up. I consulted countless top specialists, but every single one was helpless.]

[In the end, they introduced me to Mr. Gray. Only then did I learn that Mr. Gray had deep ties to my late brother’s circle. He came to our home to check Elise’s pulse. He said her heart was affected by severe stress and she needed professional psychiatric help.]

[I knew what Mr. Gray meant. Yet I was painfully aware that the knot tied around Elise’s heart could never be untangled.]

[She continuously asked me why. I couldn’t tell her. I had no choice.]

[In truth, a deep, bitter regret consumes me.]

[I regret dragging her into my dangerous world back then. If only I had restrained my own selfish desires when she chose me without hesitation—if only I had been rational enough to reject her—she would never have suffered any of this.]

[I am the primary culprit.]

[How could a person like me ever deserve such brilliant moonlight?]

[I didn’t deserve her, yet I knowingly sinned. So I suppose this living hell is my retribution.]

"Moonlight?"

Reading those words, a cold, mocking scoff escaped Elise’s lips.

Her tears fell onto the paper, smearing the ink. She raised a hand to wipe them away, forcing her vision to clear before turning to the next sheet.

It was a psychiatric diagnostic report.

Severe Clinical Depression, accompanied by Dissociative Schizophrenia.

The attending psychiatrist was Dr. Sanders.

The dates lined up perfectly.

So that was it—for the past five years, major portions of her memory had been intentionally erased.

But if they were going to hypnotherapy, why didn’t they just make her forget everything?

The next page delivered the heartbreaking answer:

[Dr. Sanders recommended hypnotherapy. Given Elise’s current condition, wiping away those traumatic memories is the only way to help her survive.]

[However, none of us anticipated how violently her mind would resist the hypnosis. Deep within her subconscious, Elise refused to forget the existence of our twins. Dr. Sanders explained that her obsession was too profound—forcing a complete erasure of the children might backfire catastrophically, causing irreversible psychological damage.]

[We tried multiple sessions, but every attempt failed, triggering even more severe emotional break-downs. Those two babies became an insurmountable obstacle in her mind.]

[Dr. Sanders researched numerous overseas clinical cases. Combining international precedents with Elise’s condition, she decided to take a calculated risk and try one last time.]

[This time, Dr. Sanders preserved the memory of the children. Using a mix of truth and fabricated details, she subtly altered and erased specific memories, advancing step by step according to her reactions.]

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