Future Him Warned Him About My Unhinged Side Chapter 06

Future Him Warned Him About My Unhinged Side Chapter 06

Once the plane tore through the heavy cloud cover, the storm finally ceased.

Staring out at the vast, cloudless sky, an inevitable bitterness crept into my chest.

Back when my father was receiving medical treatment overseas, I had unexpectedly run into Ethan. He was there escorting Sienna to her prenatal checkups.

Bloodshot and broken, I had rushed forward to confront him. Terrified that I would lash out at Sienna, Ethan had immediately sparred with me, shielding her.

In the ensuing chaos, a panicked Sienna tried to bolt, only to collide heavily with my father’s wheelchair. The impact sent her tumbling down a flight of stairs, resulting in an accidental miscarriage.

Having witnessed the entire horror unfold, my father had urged me more than once to cut ties with Ethan.

“Sweetheart, I made so many catastrophic mistakes in the past, mistakes that stripped your mother away from you when you were just a child. I’ve lived in absolute regret ever since.”

“But I always told you—no matter what happens, your dad will always be here to shield you. That Vance bastard has been tormenting you for so long. Why did you wait until now to finally walk away?”

I remained silent for a long moment.

“That’s just how people are,” I whispered softly. “Sometimes, you have to hit rock bottom before you finally learn to turn around. Do you really think Mom wanted to take her own life from the very beginning? She only took that final leap because her heart had completely died inside her.”

Whenever the topic of my mother arose, a suffocating weight settled over both of us.

Since the day she passed, my father had never looked at another woman. He poured every ounce of his existence into making amends to me, ensuring I had nothing but the absolute best.

The finest clothes, the most elite schools—he gave me everything. Even my marriage to Ethan had only been greenlit after my father meticulously vetted and screened him through endless scrutiny.

I knew that in the dead of night, he must have drowned in his own ocean of regrets countless times. But some things can never be undone, no matter how much remorse you carry. Some wounds cut straight into the soul, completely beyond the reach of any apology.

Following a grueling, exhausting flight, we finally touched down in California, a sanctuary of perpetual warmth and endless coastlines.

The specialists had insisted that Sunvale Coastal Estate was the ideal environment for recovery—both for my father’s failing health and for my own shattered mind.

The moment I stepped off the tarmac, the brilliant, piercing sunlight forced my eyes shut. Before I could even adjust to the blinding warmth, I was pulled tightly into a embrace that felt entirely secure.

“Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. Your dad is right here, and I will always be your unbreakable shield.”

A sharp sting hit the bridge of my nose. I hadn’t bared a single detail of the recent trauma to him, but he knew exactly how stubborn his daughter could be.

If I hadn’t been completely broken, I would never have crawled back to his side like this. I had explicitly sworn to myself on the flight over that I wouldn’t cry in front of him, but his very first sentence completely shattered my resolve.

Like a defenseless child, I buried my face into his shoulder and began to weep quietly. He didn’t pry or demand explanations; he simply held me close, murmuring soft, soothing reassurances just like he used to when I was little.

Once my emotions finally steadied, he bypassed our estate and drove me directly to a secluded, high-end private clinic. The second my eyes registered the elegant lettering on the door—Psychiatric Care & Therapy Room—I went completely rigid.

My father gently smoothed my hair, his touch infinitely tender. “I’ve known you were suffering for a very long time, Chloe. But you were so defensive and pushed me away so fiercely back then that I didn’t dare push the issue. I could only arrange for your nanny to quietly keep tabs on your well-being from a distance.”

“But after you married and my own cancer diagnosis hit, there was simply no one left to look out for you. I genuinely believed that Vance could heal the phantom pains of your past. I never imagined he would drive you into an even deeper hell.”

Only then did the truth dawn on me. My father had kept a private investigator tracking my safety for years.

Every humiliating scene, every hysterical breakdown during my toxic cycle with Ethan—he had known about all of it. Yet, he also understood that until my heart was entirely dead to that man, I would never truly walk away.

A lump lodged tightly in my throat. He might not have been a flawless husband to my mother, but he was a magnificent father to me.

From that afternoon onward, I strictly followed the regimen my father laid out, attending my therapy sessions meticulously every single day.

When I wasn’t at the clinic, I spent my time walking along the sun-washed beaches with him or absorbing the complex inner workings of executive management under his guidance.

I genuinely believed that Ethan Vance was a ghost I would never have to confront again.

Until one afternoon, as I lay basking under the golden California sun on a secluded stretch of sand, a sudden shadow blocked the warmth.

Opening my eyes, I found myself staring straight into Ethan’s gaze, his eyes completely consumed by a raw, agonized torment.