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All Chapters of Healer Mate Sent Me to Mental Institution: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

13 Chapters

Chapter 1

I never imagined that my chief healer mate, whom I'd loved for ten years, would personally send me to a mental institution for one of his female patients."Emma, you're only staying in the mental hospital for three years. Let this matter end here!"Marcus spoke carelessly, as casually as suggesting we go to Romano's Restaurant tomorrow.Just the night before, Marcus had tenderly kissed my forehead, planning our Christmas trip to Iceland.But now, he was personally sending me to a mental hospital.I stared in disbelief at this familiar yet strange man, stumbling as I grabbed the corner of his coat, my voice hoarse: "Why? You know perfectly well I have no mental illness, and I never seduced him. He tried to rape me—I was just defending myself!"Marcus pulled his coat from my desperate grip, his words plunging me into an arctic wasteland: "Emma, that man is Victoria's brother. I promised her I'd protect her for life, including her family.""Besides, you nearly drove her to suicide with yo

Chapter 2

I first met Marcus during my volunteer year at the pack orphanage.Before the pack had acknowledged him, before he'd earned his place among the healers, Marcus had grown up within these very walls.When he found me there, I was surrounded by children—gently cleaning dirt from their small hands, fingers intertwined as we sang together in the afternoon light.Golden sunlight filtered through the oak leaves, and my voice carried clear and sweet across the playground.Marcus later told me that was the moment I was burned into his memory, becoming his eternal moonlight. Years later, when Alice fell gravely ill and was admitted to the pack's healing center, Marcus and I crossed paths again.He had become a composed and brilliant head healer, his wolf's natural instincts making him extraordinarily gifted at sensing illness and injury. Meanwhile, I was frantically grasping at every possible lifeline to keep my sister breathing.Without my knowledge, Marcus had been covering all of Alice's med

Chapter 3

But I never expected that Victoria had recorded what happened in the visiting room.Overnight, with Victoria's manipulation, the video spread like wildfire across every social platform.Gossip blogs claimed that I had originally seduced Marcus to advance my position in the pack, and after being cast aside, had desperately tried the same tactics on Vincent.Others said Victoria was Marcus's true love, or else why would he personally send his own mate to a mental hospital and force her to grovel in submission?The rumors spread wildly, reaching my sister Alice's ears at the healing center.Alice took her own life.When the caretaker's call came through, Alice was already drawing her final breaths.I knelt on the ground, frantically begging the healers to let me out to see Alice one last time.But the healers told me helplessly that without Marcus's permission, no one was allowed to let me out.Seeing the desperate plea in my eyes, one doctor took pity and offered to let me call Marcus di

Chapter 4

Marcus watched my back in the hospital gown, instinctively reaching out to salvage something, but grasping nothing. It was as if he was losing something important."Emma, wait—" The words died in his throat as I disappeared behind the heavy metal doors.He had only wanted to teach me a lesson, to make me more obedient. That's what he told himself, wasn't it?As long as I behaved, as long as I submitted to him, everything would go back to normal.He never expected that in just one short month, someone who had once been so vibrant would become so lifeless. The way I looked at him—like he was a stranger. Like he was nothing.Marcus stared down at the mate ring at his feet, feeling inexplicably panicked. The diamond caught the harsh hospital lighting, sending fractured rainbows across the sterile floor.I had loved this ring most of all, never willing to take it off even when showering. I used to trace the engraved initials with my fingertip while we lay in bed together."It's perfect," I

Chapter 5

After refusing Marcus's request for my discharge, I seemed to become a real mental patient.The staff whispered about me in the corridors. "She turned down her own release," they said. "What kind of person does that?"The kind who has nothing left to lose.I was no longer afraid of the mad woman.Her name was Diane, and she'd been terrorizing me since day one. Every morning, she'd corner me in the common room with that twisted smile."Fresh meat," she'd cackle, cracking her knuckles. "Time for your daily lesson."But when she tried to slap and bully me as before, I fought back frantically. This time, when her meaty hand swung toward my face, I caught her wrist and twisted until she screamed."What the hell—" she started.I pulled out a sharpened toothbrush I'd been working on for weeks, pressing the makeshift blade against her throat. The plastic edge had been filed to a razor point against the concrete walls during sleepless nights."If you dare take one more step forward," I whispere

Chapter 6

Marcus's home was exactly the same as three years ago. The same black leather couch where we used to watch movies. The same crystal vase on the coffee table that I'd picked out during our second month together.Even the same books were stacked on the nightstand, gathering dust.The table was laden with dishes I used to love—honey-glazed lamb, roasted potatoes with rosemary, that expensive red wine from our anniversary dinner.As if I had never left.As if three years in hell had been just a bad dream."I kept everything the way you liked it," Marcus said, his voice unusually soft. "I knew you'd come back to me."I ran my finger along the dining table's edge. No dust. He'd been maintaining this shrine to our dead relationship all this time.How pathetic.Marcus sat across from me, his movements careful and measured. He served me a piece of honey-glazed lamb with trembling hands."You used to love this most," he said, forcing a smile. "Remember? You said it reminded you of the first meal

Chapter 7

Victoria had her own key to Marcus's apartment. She'd insisted on it months ago, claiming it was for emergencies related to her "condition."When she opened the door, she saw Marcus sitting at the messy dining table with mushroom soup still dripping ridiculously from his head. Bits of herbs clung to his dark hair like confetti.The dining room looked like a war zone. Soup splattered across the expensive hardwood floors, the romantic candles knocked over, rose petals scattered and soggy.Remembering that I was discharged today, seeing this scene, it must have been my "tantrum" again."Oh my God, Marcus!" she gasped, rushing toward him with practiced concern. "What happened here?"A flash of malice crossed Victoria's eyes, but she quickly realized this was her opportunity. The perfect chance to swoop in as the caring, understanding woman while I played the role of the unstable ex-patient.She heartbrokenly picked up a napkin from the sideboard, her movements deliberately gentle and nurtu

Chapter 8

I returned to the home Alice and I once shared. The cramped apartment felt like a mausoleum now.Her coffee mug still sat in the sink, unwashed. Her favorite sweater hung over the back of a chair where she'd left it before going to the healing center.The cramped apartment was filled with traces of our sisterhood—photos of us at Christmas, her sketches taped to the refrigerator, the friendship bracelet she'd made me for my birthday still hanging from the bathroom mirror.Everything screamed her absence.I opened her bedroom door for the first time since her death. Her bed was still unmade, sheets rumpled from her last restless night before the hospitalization.On her nightstand lay her diary, locked with a tiny brass key she'd hidden behind her jewelry box. I opened it with trembling fingers.The last entry was dated three days before her suicide:"The videos are everywhere. People at the facility keep showing them to me on their phones. Emma kneeling, begging, apologizing to that mons

Chapter 9

To find me, Marcus began preparing for our wedding with the desperation of a man drowning."She'll come back for this," he told himself, staring at the empty apartment. "She has to."Marcus remembered how much I used to anticipate our wedding. How I'd spent hours browsing bridal magazines, showing him pictures of dresses and flowers."Look at this one," I'd said, pointing to a photograph of white roses. "Aren't they perfect?"He'd barely glanced up from his medical journals then. "Whatever you want, Emma."Now he wished he'd paid attention to every detail.Marcus believed that as long as he prepared everything needed for the ceremony—everything I'd ever dreamed of—I would definitely return to his side.He threw himself into the planning with manic energy. He hired the most expensive wedding planner in the city, booked the cathedral where we'd first talked about getting married, ordered thousands of those white roses I'd loved.Marcus set our wedding date for my birthday, just like I'd

Chapter 10

Marcus became a laughingstock overnight. The romantic narrative crumbled as people saw me on my knees, admitting to actively seducing Vincent, apologizing with blood streaming down my face."Look at this fool," the comments read. "Planning a wedding for a whore who seduced other men.""No wonder she was in the mental hospital. She's insane.""That doctor is pathetic. She played him like a fiddle."Marcus used thunderous methods to suppress the videos, calling in every favor he'd ever earned. He contacted platform administrators, threatened lawsuits, even deployed his pack's influence to pressure major media outlets into silence."Take it down," he demanded during a conference call with legal teams. "All of it. I don't care what it costs.""Dr. Marcus, once something goes viral, it's nearly impossible to completely erase—""I said take it down!"But for every video they removed, three more appeared. The internet never forgets, and it never forgives.When Marcus finally finished dealing

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