Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing His Divorced Wife And His Child: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

COLIN’S POVSomething tightens in me, slow and uncomfortable, like I just got hit with something I don’t understand but can’t ignore either, and the way they’re both reacting makes it worse.I look between them, trying to make sense of it, but there’s nothing there, nothing I can reach, just this pressure building like I’m already behind on something important.Whatever this is, it’s not small.“What is he talking about?” I ask, my voice lower now, steadier than I feel, because if I don’t hold onto that, this is going to spiral.No one answers immediately, and the silence stretches just long enough to make it clear this isn’t something small.I turn to Nadia, focusing on her, because she’s the only one who matters right now. “Don’t shut down on me,” I say, quieter this time, but there’s something firm under it. “If this is about me, then I need to hear it from you.”“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” she says quickly, but it comes out tight, like she’s already holding too much in

COLIN’S POVIt doesn’t hit all at once, it sinks in slowly, somewhere I can’t reach, and the silence presses in heavier with it.I don’t respond right away, not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t know how to, and that sits worse than anything else, settling deeper than I expect.I swallow, my gaze still on her. “So that’s it?” I ask, my voice quieter than I expect, like pushing harder won’t get me anything I don’t already know.She doesn’t hesitate.“I meant it.”There’s no softness or hesitation, just that, and yeah… I must have really been a piece of shit.A tight pull settles in my chest, slow and uncomfortable, like something I should’ve understood a long time ago finally catching up to me.I nod slightly, more to myself than to her, because arguing with that won’t change anything.“Okay,” I say, but it doesn’t sound like acceptance, it sounds like I’m trying to steady something that won’t stay still.Silence stretches again, not sharp, just heavy enough to press in.I d

COLIN’S POVThe antiseptic smell hits first, too clean to be comfortable, and I sit there listening, trying to make sense of something that doesn’t feel like it belongs to me.“It’s not unusual,” the doctor says, calm and measured, like he’s said this a hundred times before. “Memory loss like yours doesn’t always return in full, sometimes not at all.”I nod slowly, but it doesn’t settle anything.“That doesn’t explain why it feels like I remember things I don’t,” I say, my voice lower than I expect, like I’m still trying to catch up with my own thoughts. “Not clearly, not… actual memories, just—” I stop, searching for the right word. “Something.”He studies me for a second, then nods slightly. “Emotional memory can remain even when factual memory doesn’t,” he explains. “Your mind forgets, but your emotional responses don’t always follow.”That doesn’t help as much as it should, because it means what I’m feeling isn’t random, it’s real.I lean back slightly, dragging a hand through my

COLIN’S POVI shouldn’t be here, I know that the second I step into her office, the air already too still, too controlled, like even the space bends around her, and something in my chest tightens before she even looks at me, and damn, I hate that feeling.It’s the kind of place that doesn’t just sit quiet, it watches, it measures, like every move you make is already expected, already accounted for, and I feel it the moment the door shuts behind me, that familiar pressure settling in my chest like I’ve just walked into something I can’t fully control.“Colin,” my mother says smoothly, not surprised, not even slightly, like she’s been expecting this, like she always does.She always knows when something is coming before anyone else does, and that alone irritates me more than it should, because it makes this feel less like a confrontation and more like something she’s already prepared for.I shut the door behind me harder than I mean to, the sound sharper than it should be, but I don’t a

COLIN’S POVI know something’s wrong before anyone says it.It’s not obvious, not loud, just this quiet shift in the way Max looks at me when I walk in, like he’s debating whether to say something or not, and that alone—That’s enough to put me on edge.“What?” I ask, already irritated, already feeling that tight pressure building in my chest like I’m about to hear something I don’t want to hear.Max doesn’t answer immediately.He leans back slightly, watching me for a second too long, like he’s measuring my reaction before I even give one.And I don’t like that shit.“What happened?” I push again, sharper now, my patience already thinning.He exhales slowly, dragging a hand over his face like he’s tired, like this is something he didn’t plan to deal with today.“Your mom,” he finally says, and something in my chest tightens instantly, fast and heavy in a way I don’t even try to hide.“What about her?” I ask, my voice lower now, controlled, but there’s something under it, something al