Thank you for patiently waiting for this chapter.
The past few months hasn't been easy for me but on the brighter side, I'll be off meds in a few weeks.
Please continue on supporting this story because I still want to push through with this and give it the appropriate ending it deserves.
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Still unedited, by the way.
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Before Chloe could open the letter, she heard Dmitri arrive.
"Love?" He called and strode inside her bedroom. Boxes, clothes, and more items were scattered around her.
She dropped the letter somewhere in the pile of stuff in her closet and took a deep breath because she felt annoyed yet again. Why can't he just leave me alone for a while? She thought.
"I left something," he said.
"Whatever it is, I might not remember." She spoke as she rolled her eyes at him.
"Still mad, huh?" Dmitri chuckled as he's delighted to hear her sass.
"I want you to move out," she told him.
"Move out? Who's gonna look after you?"
"Dmitri, did you really forget something or you just couldn't stop worrying about me? It's unhealthy. We need some space," Chloe explained as she stood from where she was sitting. "Please."
"I'm the only one who could put you back on track and restore your memories," Dmitri retorted. Chloe, at this point in her life, has no one else except Jesse and him. Her parents were gone, no siblings, just the company and him.
"Can I have my old phone back?" Chloe asked as she crossed her arms.
"It all has work stuff, it will stress you out."
Chloe scoffed, "I'm right. You're still hiding something from me." He never let her hold her old phone or talk to her old friends either. No one visited her in the hospital except some executives, Jesse, and Dmitri's family.
"What? I was the most honest person to you. I came home on time, tell you where I am even if you don't ask, I tell you everything, Chlo. You're going to be my wife and you deserve to know everything about me." The truth is, Chloe didn't have much friends as she just chose to spend her free time alone or still working.
"Yes, I know everything about you but I damn certain I don't know shit about me." She wasn't so sure if she had loved him truly. "Why do I feel incomplete or miserable with you?" She brutally asked. "You're the perfect guy in every woman's eyes yet I feel something is not right."
Dmitri's heart shattered again. He reached out for her hand but she turned her back at him. "I'm sorry if you still feel incomplete but I have been extremely patient and I will be until you're okay again."
"It's a tough process. What did you see in me?"
"I see you differently even if people hated you for being too tough. I loved that about you. It just hurts 'cause everyday, you're growing so distant."
"I'm sorry." Maybe she's been too harsh towards him. "You're probably all I have..." i had no friends, she thought. "I'm such a fucking loser," she cursed under her breath.
"Don't you think all of these happened because you needed a fresh start?"
"Why? Everything seemed perfect with you. I got a great career, I have you, what more can I ask for?"
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