The Clinic

The novel consists of several mini-stories about therapy sessions at a therapy clinic named "Soulmate", but the letters "m-a-t-e" were broken in a storm. Each mini-story is narrated by both the psychologists and the patients, describe the patients' worldview, why they do what seems "mentally ill" to us. We often say that the patients' head is abnormal, that their way of thinking is so weird. But is there any possibility that it's because they received different (whether right or wrong) information, so they react differently? Is that just because we "normal people" haven't got enough understanding about this world? Throughout the story, we could see that therapy sessions are a two-way arrow. While the experts are affecting the patient, the patient is also influencing them,“When you look deeply into the darkness, the deep darkness is also looking into you". The story does not make any conclusion about who is right or which world is real, maybe all of them are real, maybe they are all virtual, or maybe, it all doesn't matter. Isn't the world where we live? Wherever you live, that's your world.

The supplementary card I've issued for my grandmother shows that an eight-thousand-dollar purchase has taken place in another city. But the transaction records show that the money is used on hymenoplasty. I'm shell-shocked, to say the least. Grandma is 84 years old this year. She's been bedridden and paralyzed for years. Why would she even get hymenoplasty done on her, to begin with? But when my investigation leads me to a plastic surgery hospital, I find out that my wife, Stella Watson, is actually the lead doctor of said clinic. So, I call her to demand answers from her. However, Stella refuses to answer my questions properly. "Don't worry, honey. Something's most likely wrong with the system. Betsy is already this old—why would she have her hymen repaired?" That's just a bullshit answer coming from her. She seriously thinks I'm gullible enough to believe her. I merely huff coldly in return before calling my dad, who works in the Department of Commerce. "Dad, Stella is most likely cheating on me. I want her plastic surgery hospital as compensation for my impending divorce!"

Cassandra Keller lived in a small pack and ran a small clinic with her friend. When the hunting festival came, she had nothing to expect. Because she didn't have a wolf soul. She lost her wolf five years ago in the calamity. That morning, she was called by the Alpha for an emergency. She went there in no time only to find the patient to be the son of their Alpha King. Not only was he the Alpha King, but also her mate. And her nightmare.

“All my life I’ve waited for a love like this, Misha. And there you are… I look at you and I can’t believe you’re mine….” Maxim placed his hand over her belly. His expression was so intense. “And this baby that you carry, ‘amor mio’. This is my baby… OUR baby. I couldn’t feel it more if you had conceived in my bed.” His voice had a husky rasp that made Michela’s pulse pound. “My sweet prince… I didn’t plan on falling in love with you. In fact, everything about you entering my life when you did, wasn’t how I wanted it to be. But now… I can hardly breathe when you’re not around. There’s no one else for me, Maxim. Only you. Forever you.” An honest mistake brought together two lonely people, who knew nothing about each other’s existence, who weren’t meant to be together. Michela ‘Misha’ Roberts, an accomplished lawyer, an eternal single lady, in love with her romantic independence, wanted a baby, but not a man in her life. An IVF procedure granted her wish... Sort of… Misha was now carrying a child, but a mix-up happened in the clinic, and the baby she was expecting was the Royal heir of Massimiliano ‘Maxim’ Federico Arturo di Montbéliard, Prince of Carpathia! Maxim gave up on the hope of fatherhood long ago, but now the fascinating, lonely Prince of Carpathia, will seize this surprise second chance. However, tradition is high on the prince’s agenda, and he'll never stand for an illegitimate child... He must marry the mother of his heir. The fiery Michela is about to discover that royal marriage is a command, not a choice!

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My best friend, Sienna Monroe, who always swears she'll never marry, goes with me to the fertility clinic and suddenly snatches away the donor profile I choose. That's when I know she has come back to life too. In my previous life, I wanted a mixed-race baby, so I chose the IVF route. Sienna mocked me, saying I'd just be raising someone else's child. But two weeks later, I was taken to the royal palace of Valoria. It turned out the donor I picked was none other than the Prince of Valoria, a man of eight national lineages. He not only insisted on marrying me as his princess but also promised that our child would inherit the throne. The baby and I were cherished by the entire royal family, so much so that the jewels they draped over me nearly bent my back. Meanwhile, Sienna flaunted her extreme feminist stance and offended business partners. In the end, she was fired and blacklisted across the industry. Sienna spent all her savings on a plane ticket to attend my party, where I would introduce my baby to everyone. But when I went to welcome her, she crushed my son to death in her hands and splashed concentrated acid on me. "You don't deserve such good fortune! You worthless witch!" But when I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day I asked her to go with me to the fertility clinic.