The Broken Billonaire's Wife

Chapter 30: Therapist turned friend

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"Stay with me even if you've got some place to be
Dance with me even if you're dancing off the beat.
Sing for me, even though your voice dey crack
Take a chance on me dont you believe I'm worth the risk.
Smile for me! "
For me_ Simi

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Liz

The office I sat in today felt different. A huge shelf filled with pottery behind the small woman who had a permanent gently smile plastered on her face. Comfortable basket woven swing chairs, vivid landscape art pieces of sunset in different beautiful shades. To the far corner was a secluded area which most contain the machine and equipments for the Lens therapy.

As a psychotherapist myself this office was strangely comforting, it could lull you to a form of false euphoria. Jason squeezed my hands gently in his for support.

"Hello my name is Joy " She said quietly her voice a soothing whisper, I didn't know how she did it.

"I'm Elizabeth and right here is my husband Jason." I said unnerved. Changing therapist wasn't a good idea, but face timing my therapist in London was different from sitting across a new one. Especially since I wanted to try something other than talk therapy.

"Nice to meet you. You both make a wonderful couple." She complimented us and Jason sent me a knowing 'I told you so' smile.

"So why are you here?" Joy asked, this time around her gaze was shrewd, studying me as best as she could.

I stared back at her knowing exactly what was going through her mind right now. It was the same thing that went through mine every time a patient sat in front of me. She already knew why I was here after all my own therapist referred her to me and she had my files, all of it.

Joy broke the awkward staring contest by smiling. It was so bright it lit up her entire face, you could see genuine mirth in them. I couldn't help but let the corner of my lips turn up a little. Jason who was oblivious and typing something furiously on his phone looked up now.

"Honestly I'm here because my husband made me come" I replied.

"Good" Joy returned and pushed the square glasses further up the bridge of her nose.

"So Jason, why did you encourage her to come for Lens therapy" She face Jason now, probably realising she would get more from him than me.

"Erhmm" he stammered and looked from me to her not understanding why she was throwing him on the spot. "Doctor my wife calls me mismatched eyes and she thinks that normal. So we are here so that you can wipe off the unromantic side of her and replace it with fuzzy feelings then she will start calling me stuffs like, 'my dripping chocolate, my sweetness," He didn't finish before I elbowed him the side quietly.

Dripping chocolate! What rubbish. I loved calling him my mismatched eyes

"You see doctor, she always responds by force. I think you people call it anger management issues right alongside fits of rage" he turned his mismatched eyes on the doctor now into one of pity and the doctor chuckled. I couldn't help but chuckle too grateful for how he could make us three smile.

"So Liz, do you want us to replace the unromantic side of you with fuzzier things or you want to deal with the root cause as with talk therapy." She asked. The question had a double meaning and I knew it, it had nothing to do with Jason's statement.