Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 14

Ten Years Later, I Woke Up as the Wife of the Mafia Heir I Once Hated Chapter 14

And Seb…

Why had Alex never mentioned him in front of me during these ten years?

My thoughts were a complete mess.

The exhaustion from having my blood drawn grew heavier and heavier.

Forget it.

Tomorrow, I would ask Alex directly.

The worst possible outcome…

couldn’t be worse than this.

I was about to put the bottle down and leave.

But then I noticed something.

Behind the label of one of the vitamin bottles…

there was another prescription label underneath.

My entire back went cold.

With trembling hands, I picked up the bottle again.

I brought it closer.

Looked carefully.

The label was in English.

I slowly read the words and translated them.

It wasn’t a vitamin.

It was medication for a psychiatric condition.

The medicine I had been taking all along.

My breathing stopped for a moment.

Alex had lied to me.

He had been giving me psychiatric medication.

Why?

Why did I need to take this kind of medicine?

So…

all this time, was I the one who had actually been sick?

Not Alex.

Not Nick.

Then was this so-called “returning ten years into the future” even real?

Or was it because…

my memories had remained stuck at twenty, making me believe I had traveled into the future?

More terrifying possibilities flooded my mind.

When I finally came back to my senses, I realized my back was already covered in cold sweat.

I finally understood.

The memories I had lost were far more important than I had imagined.

I didn’t go directly to Alex.

Instead, I found medical records from a clinic I had visited before in his study.

The next day, using the information on those records, I found the private medical center.

The doctor recognized me as soon as he saw me.

“Mrs. Charleston.”

“Mr. Charleston didn’t come with you today?”

I suppressed my emotions and answered calmly.

“He’s busy.”

The doctor assumed I had come for a follow-up appointment.

But I interrupted him.

“No.”

“I’ve forgotten a lot of things.”

“Can you help me remember what happened?”

Recovering my memories was an agonizing process.

I lay in the hypnosis chair at the private medical center.

As the doctor slowly guided me, the memories I had buried came rushing back like a flood breaking through

a dam.

Everything I had buried for years came back all at once.

Seb and I had spent four years together in college.

When I was twenty-three, I married him.

At the beginning, our marriage had been happy.

I thought I had finally gotten the life I always wanted.

But a year later, Seb slowly began to change.

And eventually, I discovered the truth.

The Seb I knew had never been who I thought he was.

He was an illegitimate son of the Charleston family.

The reason he had been brought back into the family was to balance the internal power struggles.

And the reason he approached me from the very beginning….

was to use the Whitmore family’s connections and influence.

His pursuit.

His promises.

Even our marriage.

From beginning to end, everything had been part of a carefully planned scheme.

When I discovered the truth, I wanted a divorce.

But Seb used the power of the Charleston family to threaten me.

I had no choice.

In the end, I could only turn to the one man I had feared the most.

Alex.

The man I thought hated me more than anyone.