The Woman From Hell

"You shouldn't have booked such an expensive room for him. This kind of person only deserves to stay in a standard room that costs a hundred bucks. Small and cozy!"

"What do you know? Wanda cares about me dearly. She’s different from you, a person with no conscience. I’ve been away for so long yet you don’t even miss me."

"Why should I miss you? You don’t even miss me."

"How do you know whether I've missed you? Are you i n my head?"

I sat quietly on the sofa and looked at them fighting with each other. It made me feel warm. This was how life was supposed to be. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

After they were done arguing with each other, Cecilia lay down on the sofa and slept with her eyes closed. She must be suffering from drowsiness as she was now three months pregnant. I had experienced it too.

Jerome found a thin blanket and covered her with it. Then, he sat on the floor beside me. Looking at me, he said, "Symptoms of early-stage depression are feeling down, losing sleep, and getting bad- tempered. When it's serious, you can't help but hurt yourself."

Of course, I knew those. Otherwise, I would not have

called him and asked him to come back.

"When did you start losing control of yourself?" He looked at me, his eyes filled with concern and worry.

"I've always been feeling down and losing sleep. I've been emotionally unstable since half a year ago. I stop myself from hurting myself and the baby,” I answered honestly. Since I had come to seek

help, I should not hide anything.

Although this kind of situation seldom happened, I knew it had gotten more serious than the last time.

He covered his face with both hands. It took him a while to put them away. "It seems like it has gotten serious. You can’t take medicine to control it now. The only way is to try and regulate your emotions. You know how serious the illness was back then. If you let it continue to progress like this, you and the baby will be in danger."

"That's why I asked you to come back. Jerome, I’m scared. I'm afraid that I'll go back in time." I could only open up in front of Jerome who was a friend and a doctor.

I remembered when my mother passed away back then, it was a fatal blow for me. With all those suppressed emotions after being tortured by Tyler for s o many years, I finally broke down. I lost control and kept hurting myself again and again.

Jerome knew about my tragic past.

"Don't worry. I didn't further my studies abroad for nothing. All these years, I've been conducting psychotherapy treatment plans without medications.

I did remarkably well. I can help you."

I nodded my head. "Then I'll put the lives of me and m y baby in your hands."

After that, Jerome gave me a two-hour-long therapy session. During the session, he seemed like a doctor at times and an old friend at others. It seemed like we were chatting, but I could feel my emotions being released while we were talking.

In short, I felt so much better.

"Alright. That's all for today. It won't work just by doing this once or twice. It takes time." Jerome ended the therapy session.

I lifted my head and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 11. Cecilia was sleeping soundly. I reached out and covered her with the blanket.

"Whose child is she pregnant with?" Jerome lounged o n the sofa lazily and asked.

I was surprised. I turned around and looked at him." You can tell?"

"Damn, I'm a psychologist. I'm good at observing, alright? Just by looking at her complexion and how she looks, I know she’s pregnant."

As expected from a psychologist.

"You'd better ask her yourself." Cecilia did not say anything, so I had better not say too much either.

"Never mind. It doesn't matter who it belongs to. The most important thing is that both of you are willing.” H e stretched out his long legs and lay down on the sofa.

I walked forward, sat down beside him, and said, ” Let’s talk about you. What happened?"

Even though he had been acting like how he was in the old days, I was still able to tell that he had something on his mind. He was not himself. After so many years of friendship, no matter how good he was at pretending, he could not hide it from me.

He was slightly surprised, then he smiled bitterly and said, "You're still as smart as you were back then. If you're too smart for your own good, you'll get tired of living!"

"Tell me!" I frowned and raised my voice. The more this guy acted like this, the more worried I became.