After My Boyfriend Pretended To Have Amnesia

"Lucy," a gentle voice brought me back to the present.

"Sorry for the long wait," Dr. Robertson smiled, then put several delicate boxes of cake in front of me. "I picked these up for you. You mentioned that you liked the cake from this place before."

"Should I order every coffee on the menu to make it up to you?" I joked.

"Oh, no thanks! I don’t want to stay up all night. A good night’s sleep is the foundation of a healthy life." Dr. Robertson laughed. "Try this one, they said it's their most popular one."

He handed me a small spoon. I took it, scooped a piece and tasted it.

"Not bad," I said, though pain roiled in my stomach. I was used to it by now.

I stared at the pretty cake while wondering how to begin the conversation.

Dr. Robertson had been my psychologist for the past six months. The first time I went to his office, I was so far gone that I could barely string a sentence together. He sat with me in silence for hours, then drove me home. At that time, Jack was leaving in a mission for almost half a year. I was alone, like an island about to be swallowed by the sea.

I didn’t dare burden him with my struggles. However, when faced with the choice between life and death, I chose not to break his heart.

I was afraid he would come home from his mission and find my cold, lifeless body. I wasn’t afraid to die. It was just I was afraid of making Jack sad.

How pathetic was that, right?

Up until yesterday, I had thought that even if Jack was tired of me and having an affair with Ivy, he would still mourn my death.

However, that was a pipe dream. He told his friend that he feared I would hang myself at home.

It was at that time I realized that no one in this world really cared about me.

However, that was fine too. I could leave this world without any guilt.

"Dr. Robertson, I think we’ll need to end our consultation sessions a little early," I said as I set down my spoon and pulled a diagnosis report from my coat pocket.

"The cakes are probably delicious, but I can’t really taste them anymore. I’m sorry for wasting your kindness."

Dr. Robertson's expression froze for a moment, then his head snapped up to look at me.

"Have you gone for a second opinion? Maybe it’s a misdiagnosis. I know some specialists, that can help you. I can take you right now!" He started to stand up.

"It’s not a misdiagnosis," I said firmly and reached my hand across the table to stop him.

After talking for a while, I managed to make him sit down again.

We sat in silence for a while until a familiar voice broke the tension.

"Lucy, what are you doing here?"

I looked up only to Jack, who was glaring at me and Dr. Robertson.

"So, this is why you want a divorce. You’ve already found someone else," he sneered. "Well, I won’t grant it. Forget about the divorce!"

Fury surged through me. I stood up abruptly and grabbed his collar.

"Jack, look behind you. Who’s flaunting their affair for everyone to see?"

I pointed at Ivy, who stood awkwardly in the background. My hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"You’re out of line, Lucy! There’s nothing between me and Ivy!" Jack snapped as if I were the one causing trouble.

"I don’t want to see you," I said, letting go of his collar and sinking back into my chair, defeated.

"Who is he?" Jack demanded, his hands on the table, his voice cold.

"My psychologist. I asked him to meet so I could end our sessions. Satisfied?" I replied, struggling to keep my emotions in check.

"Give me your phone," Jack ordered, then reached out his hand to take my phone from the table because he did not trust me.

At that very moment, I snapped and lost my sanity.

I picked up my cup of coffee and hurled it at his face, ice and all. Before he could react, I slammed the empty cup onto his head.

"Jack! You’d better forget me for real this time! Or I swear I’ll drag you to hell with me!" I yelled.

Jack grabbed my collar angrily. The veins in his arms were clearly visible.

Once, those strong arms had held me close and his mouth kept assuring me over and over, "Lucy, you have me. I’ll always be by your side."

However, I did not need anyone anymore.

A place to come home to was a lie. In the end, all a person could only have were himself.