All Chapters of Until I Disappeared: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

After Lucas left, the room fell into a heavy silence.Aaron was the first to speak, breaking the stillness. "Chrishell, don't be mad, okay? I didn't forget your birthday. I've actually had your gift prepared for a long time. I found your necklace—the one that means the most to you."He was referring to the necklace that had been left to me by my mother before she passed away. I had always treasured it like a sacred heirloom.But on the day I gave birth to Lucas—after a long and difficult labor—it was stolen. I was pale and weak, lying on the hospital bed, when Aaron held my hand, kissed my sweat-drenched forehead, and promised me he would find it, no matter what.And he did.But now, it was hanging around Sylvia's neck—in the Instagram photo she posted before.I bit my lip and said nothing.From the look on my face, Aaron must've realized I had seen it. That he had given my necklace to Sylvia.Still, there was no trace of guilt on his face. His already dark eyes deepened furthe

Aaron spent a full day and night at the hospital with Sylvia. It was late evening by the time he finally returned home.At first, he didn't notice I was gone.He pushed the door open and was surprised to find Lucas squatting on the floor, playing video games while devouring a large tub of ice cream.He frowned in confusion. I never let Lucas eat ice cream for dinner. I was always worried it would upset his stomach."Lucas, where's your mom?" he asked."I think she went out?" Lucas replied absentmindedly, his eyes fixed on the screen, not even glancing back.He liked it better when Mom didn't hover over him like this. After all, Dad and Sylvia weren't nearly as strict or nagging.But Aaron's frown deepened."Chrishell almost never leaves you alone like this…" he muttered to himself. "It must be because I spent too much time with Sylvia again. She's just jealous."He gave a helpless chuckle and reached for his phone to call me, but his gaze suddenly landed on the card sitting on

At that very moment, I had already arrived in a foreign land, ready to begin a new life.Before I became a mother, I studied educational psychology. After settling into this new environment, I decided to pick up the academic path I had once abandoned for the sake of family.Only on campus did I truly feel like I had stepped back in time—back to five years ago, when I had yet to meet Aaron, the mafia boss. Back to a time before Lucas was born. Back when I loved only myself, excelled in my studies, and had the freedom to chase any dream I desired.In this free and beautiful new world, the past began to fade. I became a child psychologist, respected and rooted in the community. I even built a new family—a husband who adored me, and a three-year-old daughter.I thought I had said goodbye to the past for good.What I never expected was that five years later, I would cross paths with the Turners once again.I had been invited by a fellow psychologist to consult on a particularly diffic

Aaron's face turned deathly pale.Lucas immediately grew agitated. He rushed forward and tried to drag my daughter away. "Whose kid are you? You can't just call someone random your mom! She's my mom!"Startled, my daughter threw herself into my arms, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck and screaming, "Mom, who are they?!"I quickly pushed Lucas's hand away and gently comforted my frightened daughter, not even realizing that in the process, Lucas had lost his balance and fallen to the ground."It's okay, sweetheart. Don't be afraid. They're just people I know."Reassured by my words, my daughter looked up and greeted them in her soft, childish voice, "Hello."Lucas sat frozen on the ground, his eyes burning red as he stared at me soothing my daughter with such patience and tenderness."Mom, you pushed me away for another kid? You used to only care about me!" he cried, his voice rising with emotion.Then he pointed a trembling finger at my daughter, shouting, "You thief! How