[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 85: The truth

Elijah’s pov ;

The room felt calm, designed to be as soothing as possible with soft lighting and comfortable chairs. I sat a bit farther from Ash, giving him space but staying close enough to support him. Dr. Taylor sat opposite Ash, her face full of warmth and understanding.

"Good afternoon, Ash," Dr. Taylor began. "How are you feeling today?"

Ash shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes flicking over to me for reassurance before he answered. "I’m...okay, I guess."

"That’s good to hear," Dr. Taylor said, her tone gentle. "I understand this might be a bit uncomfortable for you, but don’t worry. You can talk about anything here."

Ash nodded slightly, but still not entirely at ease.

"Can you tell me a little about your day-to-day life, Ash? What do you enjoy doing?" She asked, and I felt like she was trying to ease him into the conversation.

Ash hesitated, then answered in a quiet voice. "I...I like to read. And...um...I like spending time with Elijah."

I felt a surge of warmth at his words and my heart fluttered. Dr. Taylor smiled. "That sounds lovely. What kind of books do you like?"

"Mostly fiction. Stories that take me to different worlds."

"Do you have a favourite book?"

Ash thought for a moment. "There’s this one book I really like called ’The Alchemist.’ It’s about following your dreams."

Dr. Taylor nodded. "That’s a beautiful book. Following your dreams is so important. Speaking of dreams, can you tell me about any goals or dreams you have for the future?"

Ash glanced at me again before answering. "I just want to feel...normal again. To not be scared all the time."

"That’s a very understandable goal," Dr. Taylor said gently. "Can you tell me more about what scares you?"

I saw Ash tense, his gaze dropping to his hands. "I don’t know. It’s just...everything."

Dr. Taylor nodded sympathetically. "It’s okay, Ash. Take your time. We’re here to help you work through those feelings."

I leaned forward slightly, my eyes full of concern and encouragement. "It’s fine, love. No need to stress out."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself and then smile at me before looking back at her. "Sometimes I just feel like...like I’m drowning in all the memories. And I don’t know how to make them stop."

Dr. Taylor leaned in a bit, her voice soothing. "It’s very brave of you to share that, Ash. Those memories can be overwhelming, but we can work together to help you find ways to cope with them."

Ash nodded, though he still looked uncertain. "I...I just don’t know where to start."

"That’s perfectly okay," Dr. Taylor assured him. "We can start small. Maybe you can tell me about a specific memory that’s been bothering you lately."

Ash looked at me again, his eyes filling with tears. I gave him a small nod, encouraging him to continue, his eyes darting nervously between her and me observing. Dr. Taylor smiled warmly, trying to put Ash at ease.

"Ash, it’s okay to feel nervous," she said gently.

Ash nodded but remained silent, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. I could tell he was uncomfortable, and it pained me to see him like this. Dr. Taylor glanced at me, then subtly indicated that it might be best if I stepped out for a bit. Understanding her cue, I stood up and walked towards the door.

"I’ll be just outside," I assured Ash, giving him a comforting smile before leaving the room.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I could hear Dr. Taylor’s voice, soft and coaxing, through the thin walls. "Ash, can we talk a bit more now that it’s just the two of us? Are you worried about discussing your past in front of Elijah?"

There was a long pause. I imagined Ash sitting there, grappling with his emotions. Finally, his voice came. "I don’t want Elijah to know what happened in my past."

Dr. Taylor’s voice remained calm and supportive. "Why is that, Ash? Why don’t you want him to know?"

There was another pause, longer this time. When Ash spoke again, his voice was thick with nervousness. "Because...because he’ll hate me. He’ll think I’m a monster."

My heart clenched at his words, even though I couldn’t see him. I wanted to rush back in and tell him that nothing could make me hate him, but I knew this was part of the process. Dr. Taylor needed to help him confront these fears on his own.

Dr. Taylor’s voice was soothing. "Ash, it’s important to understand that everyone has a past, and the people who truly care about you will want to help you through it, not judge you for it. Can you tell me what you’re most afraid of Elijah finding out?"

There was silence again, and I imagined Ash struggling with the weight of his memories. I leaned against the wall, my thoughts racing. How could I show him that my love for him was unconditional, no matter what he had done or what he had been through?

Inside the room, I could hear Dr. Taylor continuing to coax Ash gently. "Talking about these things can be very hard, but it’s a step towards healing."

When Ash didn’t speak for a long time, I walked down the hall and pulled out my phone to call Daniel. My thoughts were racing, and I needed to take action quickly.

"Daniel," I said as soon as he picked up, "how’s everything going with the company?"

"Everything is running smoothly, sir," Daniel replied. "Is there something specific you need?"

I inhaled deeply, glancing back towards the therapy room. "There’s a property I need you to purchase in my name. It’s an office, previously owned by Ash’s father. It’s crucial that we secure it as soon as possible."

Daniel hesitated. "What’s the urgency? And are there any details I should know about?"

"It doesn’t matter how expensive it is, Daniel. I need that place. No matter what it takes, even if you have to use unconventional methods," I said firmly. "This is too important to delay."

"Understood, Mr. Stone. I’ll get right on it," Daniel said, his tone reflecting the gravity of the situation.

"Thank you," I replied, ending the call. As I paced the hallway, my thoughts kept drifting back to Ash. I needed to uncover the truth about that night and protect him from the ghosts of his past. Whatever was hidden in that office could be the key to understanding what really happened. free𝑤ebnovel.com

When I returned to the therapy room, Dr. Taylor greeted me with a concerned look. "Elijah, Ash received a call during the session. He seemed frightened and left abruptly."

Without wasting time, I ran back to his ward, calling out for him as I entered.

"Ash, where are you?" I frantically searched the room, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of him holding onto the phone with a grip so tight that his knuckles were turning white. But he was no longer speaking. His face was contorted with sadness and tears cascaded down his cheeks. My heart felt like it might burst from my chest as I rushed over to him.

"Ash, why did you leave therapy? And why are you crying?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm despite the panic and concern coursing through my body.

He turned to face me, his expression breaking my heart even more. It was then that everything clicked into place for me. I finally understood what was causing him so much pain and turmoil. But before I could speak, he choked out the words that left me frozen in shock.

"Elijah...do you already know about the accident I caused?"

My eyes widened in disbelief and sorrow as I looked at my love, who was now consumed by guilt and shame. How did he find out? Did someone tell him? Or did he piece it together himself?

He must have taken my silence as confirmation because his whole body seemed to shake with emotion.

"Is that why you took r-revenge on me?" he sobbed, his tears flowing freely now. My heart shattered into a million pieces.

Without hesitation, I wrapped him in a tight hug, trying to convey all the love and forgiveness in my heart through this simple gesture.

I cautiously hugged him, my hands reaching out to cradle his tear-soaked face. His eyes were wild with fear and confusion. "Ash, please, try to calm down. What happened? Who was on the phone?" I implored, desperately searching for some hint of understanding in his expression.

He looked back at me, pleading for answers. "The...the couple I killed. They were your parents, weren’t they?" he choked out between sobs. The pain in his voice was causing a sharp ache in the pit of my stomach.

I tried to make sense of his words. "Ash, who told you this? Who was on the phone? Please tell me love," I demanded, my worry mingling with anger at whoever would dare to tell him.

Who wants to sabotage his recovery?

His cries grew louder as he struggled to form coherent sentences. "It was Samantha. She said she had proof that I killed them. She said..." He sobbed uncontrollably before finally managing to get the words out. "She said you already knew and that’s why you were punishing me." My heart dropped as I realised the true depth of his misery and guilt.