Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 496

Whitney's departure left me in a long period of gloom. I knew I should be happier now that I was pregnant, as it would benefit the baby's development, but some things are just beyond our control.

I followed the nutritionist's plan strictly, eating every meal with the right balance, and I didn't experience morning sickness anymore.

But every time I woke up, it felt like a part of my heart was missing. I had lost interest in everything, and my sleep hours were growing longer.

It seemed like I was sick, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was.

I started staying indoors, spending long hours at home, and rarely communicating with anyone. Carter became busier and busier.

I knew he was trying to spend all his free time with me. I didn't want to worry him, so I tried my best to act like it didn't bother me. I'd smile and make an effort to start conversations.

He would gently stroke my head, his eyes filled with affection, and I could tell something was wrong, but I couldn't figure out what it was. He was still so gentle, still loving me and the baby.

But he never mentioned Whitney again. That was a hole in my heart that no one could ever fill.

Whitney and Taylor's investigation had led to the dismantling of several key criminal hideouts, saving many innocent people and convicting several criminals.

All the criminal strongholds in Snowville had been eliminated, and while the danger might return eventually, at least for now, no one else would suffer.

Such news didn't stir any interest in me. What did the lives of others matter to me?

When I died, no one was there to help me. Whitney's fate couldn't be changed, and my family was destroyed.

Who could save me?

This world is so terrible.

Carter went back to the study, and knowing how tired he was, I cut some fruit and brought it to him.

The door was open. I saw him looking troubled, speaking on the phone. I thought he had received news about Whitney, so I stayed by the door and listened for a while.

His voice was low and raspy. "Yes, her sickness has worsened again."

Sick? Who is sick?

"She's sleeping excessively and lost interest in everything. Her memory loss has become more severe. Just tonight, she brought me fruit three times."

Crash!

The fruit plate in my hands fell to the floor. He was talking about me.

The fruit scattered everywhere. Carter, hearing the noise, immediately hung up and ran toward me.

"Chloe, did you fall?"

"No, my hands just slipped."

I looked at him, my eyes full of confusion. "Carl, am I sick?"

"No, you—"

"I heard what you said. You said my illness is serious."

My eyes locked on his, and I asked, "What exactly is wrong with me?"

"It's depression, Chloe. Don't worry. Changes in your hormone levels during pregnancy, pregnancy-related symptoms, and the impact of Whitney's incident, along with everything else that's been troubling you, have caused changes both in your body and mind. This is something many pregnant women go through."

I spoke softly, "So I really did bring you fruit several times?"

He nodded.

But I had no memory of it.

"How long has this been going on?"

"It started after Whitney fell off the cliff. At first, it wasn't as bad. Half a month ago, the maid mentioned that you were starting to do strange things. When we'd talk, you'd repeat questions almost immediately. That's when I decided to consult a psychologist. You're still pregnant, so it's not advisable to take medication, but ... "

Harm the baby?