Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 868

“The real roots of depression don’t always show up on the surface,” the psychologist said, adjusting her glasses. “It isn’t just about what we can see or feel. Sometimes, the real pain sits deep in the subconscious. The activities you’ve set up for your wife might bring her a bit of happiness, but they don’t actually touch what she needs deep down. In her subconscious, there’s a powerful expectation—something she might not even realize herself. When that expectation is never met, her mind quietly decides that reality is hopeless.” She paused, her tone gentle but firm. “When the mind comes to that conclusion, it keeps sending negative signals to the brain. Over time, those feelings turn into true illness.”

Dean listened, his face growing darker with every word. He looked like a storm was brewing inside him. After the session, he walked out onto the beach and sat down beside Emmy.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly.

Emmy didn’t answer right away. She seemed far away, only turning to look at him after a while. “Are you talking to me?”

Dean managed a patient breath and asked again, “What’s on your mind?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

“How about we go watch the sunset later?” he suggested.

She shook her head again.

“Or maybe we could go look for those pink dolphins you like?”

Still, she shook her head.

No matter what he offered, it was always the same answer. Dean could feel frustration rising like a tide he couldn’t hold back. In the end, he took a deep breath and tried one more time. “Maybe we could visit another island together?”

This time, something flickered in Emmy’s empty gaze. She looked at him for a moment, then gave a small nod.

The next day, Dean took Emmy to a different private island. He held her hand as they stepped inside a stunning oceanfront villa. The place was all sleek marble and sunlight, with a glimmering private pool outside. By the pool, a middle-aged man lounged on a chair, looking perfectly at ease.

“Godfather, this is my wife,” Dean introduced.

The man, an American around fifty, had a refined look and a calm confidence about him. He studied Emmy with a thoughtful expression. “I’m Brian,” he said. “I own this island, and I’m your husband’s godfather. Mrs. Sparrow, do you remember me?”

Emmy stared at him blankly and shook her head.

Brian let out a low chuckle and glanced at Dean. “You really know how to get things done.”

“That kid James has been running around like a lost puppy, looking for his wife everywhere. Just yesterday, my men saw him on Coral Reef Island, showing people a photo and asking for any news about his missing wife.”

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