Weston was only in his thirties, but he was fighting for a slice of pie from the old foxes in their fifties and
sixties.
This made him a formidable competitor and a very influential figure. Stella smiled a little but showed no
joy in her eyes.
"I didn't know he had such a reputation..."
"Alright. Let's not talk about him." Seeing her lack of interest, Zeta switched back to the main topic.
"He said you were better for a while... Why did it suddenly get worse?” Stella furrowed her brow.
"I don't really know either. Last night, I just felt like I couldn't accept him at all.” Stella was much more
relaxed without Weston around. As it was only her and Zeta, she didn't feel as inhibited as she did.
Stella put her hands on her forehead, and suddenly, a massive wave of fatigue descended upon her.
"In the past year, I've been acting in front of him. My acting turned out to be believable because of the
medication. Even on the occasional times when we'd do it without medication, I endured it until it was
over.”
"Hmm..." Zeta listened and tapped on the keyboard.
" And what was the reason you got better before?”
"Because he..." Stella paused and hesitated a little.
"He became very patient in the sense that... Now, he cares about my feelings. It feels like he's
exploring my body.” Zeta was typing rapidly on the keyboard, but when she heard Stella's explanation,
she stopped for a moment. She understood what Stella meant.
"So it's likely that his attitude influenced your reaction?” the doctor responded, "It's a possibility...”
Stella thought back to the past. “Sometimes, I don't even know what I'm thinking. I keep telling myself
that I have to accept him to feel better. Whenever I have that thought, a voice inside screams at me to
resist him. How can I willingly submit to his pressure?" Stella furrowed her brows again and panicked
all of a sudden.
"I feel like there are two of me inside my body. It's pulling me apart. The voices in my head can't
convince each other..." Zeta's face turned more and more stern.
“Apart from physical reasons, is it possible that you have a serious psychological problem?"
"Stella, since you have enjoyed it before, it means there should be nothing wrong with your body. I
recommend doing a detailed examination first to rule out any brain injuries. Also, you can consult a
professional psychiatrist.”
"Am I mentally ill?" Stella was a little lost. She did not expect this, but she did not seem that surprised
either. Stella had suppressed herself for too long. She wore a mask whenever she stayed with Weston.
Sometimes, she even forgot who she really was. She had been wearing the mask on her face for so
long that it had merged with her. If she wanted to take it off, it would be as painful as tearing off a piece
of flesh. It would be so bloody and excruciating that she couldn't even touch it. However, if she did not
tear it off, she would continue to suffocate to the point of bursting. Zeta sensed the great turmoil in
Stella's emotions. She stopped typing and looked at her steadily.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." “Why did you run away from yesterday's wedding?”. Zeta was not at the wedding ceremony, but
the news was all over the internet. Weston had quickly quelled most of the news, but many in the
community knew about them. After all, running away from your wedding on the wedding day itself was
material for great gossip.
Moreover , Weston was the groom. This alone made the news even more shocking. When Zeta saw
the news, she became quite worried about Stella. With Weston's temperament, Stella's escape from
the wedding probably challenged his pride. He wasn't just going to let it slide. Stella's eyes were blank.
When she heard Zeta's question, she only shook her head. “I didn't think it through... Maybe it was just
an impulsive decision. I won't do something so stupid again." It was all Stella could only say. She could
not admit that she had no choice but to stick with Weston.
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