Liliana told her everything.
After a moment of hesitation, she even told the doctor about her dreams.
"I think I might be going crazy," she admitted, her voice trembling.
Would any sane person believe their dreams were premonitions?
And yet, Liliana had a deep, unshakable feeling that the dream of her dying alone on that cold operating table was not just a dream—it was her future if she married Linton.
It was a future she would not accept.
The doctor's hands paused over her keyboard.
She offered a small smile, her voice gentle and reassuring. "From a psychological perspective, it's possible that you were under a great deal of stress during that time. Your deepest anxieties manifested in your dreams, and in turn, those dreams frightened you."
"The source of that anxiety," the doctor continued, "is your fiancé. He hasn't given you the sense of security you need."
Liliana wasn't surprised by the explanation. She knew the doctor wouldn't believe her.
But it didn't matter. She just needed someone to talk to. The pressure had been unbearable.
"So, doctor," Liliana asked, "is my emotional instability just due to hormonal changes from the pregnancy, or is it…"
The doctor was quiet for a moment before replying, her voice even softer than before. "Based on what you've told me, it seems you have some tendencies toward antenatal depression."
"But don't worry. Your symptoms aren't severe enough to require medication at this point. You can manage this by maintaining a positive emotional state and, most importantly, removing yourself from the sources of your distress."
The doctor then offered some advice. "I see from your medical records that your gynecologist said terminating the pregnancy could risk your future fertility, is that correct?"
Liliana nodded eagerly. She desperately needed guidance.


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