Female NovelWaylen lovingly wrapped his arm around Rena’s shoulder.
As they settled into the car, Waylen fastened his seat belt and glanced sidelong at Rena.
Her smile was radiant. “I told you I’d go with you. I won’t go back on my word.”
Tenderly, Waylen reached out and caressed her long, brown hair. Then he held her close, resting his head against hers, whispering, “Rena, my intention isn’t solely for our intimate life.”
He knew Rena wasn’t happy, and he wanted her to seek professional help.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Waylen was afraid she had misunderstood him for making the appointment.
Rena was aware of this and she gently pushed him away, saying, “I know.”
Looking at her with affection, Waylen had been preoccupied with concerns and fears lately.
He genuinely questioned if the doctor had made an error and whether it was he who was truly unwell, not Rena.
Arriving at the clinic, they were right on time for their appointment.
Waylen accompanied Rena inside. The therapist began by inquiring about their daily lives before requesting Waylen to step out briefly to converse with Rena alone.
The therapist exhibited utmost gentleness, refraining from prying into Rena’s private matters, merely encouraging her to confide in her.
Waylen, without the therapist’s consent, remained unaware of the details of their conversation.
Seated in a comfortable recliner amidst a tranquil ambiance, Rena gradually eased herself and, in hushed tones, conveyed her profound feelings for Waylen.
“My husband has lost five years of memories and, though I know he cares for me, past disappointments have made me wary of accepting him wholeheartedly now. I find it hard to let go of my guard and fully embrace love, fearing that with it will come misfortune and betrayal once again. He helped a woman I don’t particularly like and, even then, I forgave him generously and did my part to help this woman as well. I believed I had handled the situation well, choosing not to dwell on the past. However, during intimate moments, the faces of Elvira and Mavis would haunt my thoughts and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t his first choice. If Elvira and Mavis were better suited for him, could our marriage withstand the test of time? I struggle to believe in his love for me. Our sex life is troubled and, upon realizing this, I couldn’t bring myself to accept his advances. My body instinctively rejects him whenever he tries to get close…”
Softly, the therapist inquired, “How often a month do you engage in sexual intimacy now?”
“Once in a while,” Rena replied with a tinge of bitterness.
The therapist was silent.
Raising her head, Rena broke into tears, feeling agitated. “I don’t even know who to blame.”
The therapist pressed her shoulder gently and offered comfort, saying, “Mrs. Fowler, those things belong to the past.”
With the therapist’s soothing presence, Rena gradually regained her composure.
The therapist suggested that Rena take a nap…