After the Divorce, the Heiress Omega Regretted It - Chapter 40

That night, Qin Yiwan had a string of chaotic, disjointed dreams.

She dreamed of the time she was kidnapped as a child. She and Qin Yiyao had been locked in a pitch-black room when suddenly, voices shouted from outside in panic:
“Sh1t, that b1tch brought the cops! We have to run!”

The door burst open, and a man stormed in, grabbing Qin Yiyao. When he saw Qin Yiwan cowering in the corner, he spat at her, “Rotten little b1tch, let your mom collect your corpse.”

With a glance at his accomplice, he signaled for them to go. As Qin Yiyao struggled and was carried away, the remaining man pulled a knife from his waistband. Without a word, he squatted down and stabbed Qin Yiwan in the stomach.

He wiped the bl00d off on her clothes and muttered coldly, “Blame your mother.”

Qin Yiwan’s mouth had been gagged—she couldn’t even scream from the pain. Just as she was about to lose consciousness, Qin Rushuang barged in with people. But the first thing she asked was, “Where’s Yiyao? Where is she?”

After that, Qin Yiwan was often locked in dark rooms. She was terrified, screaming and begging for help, apologizing again and again.

But no matter what she did, no one ever came to open the door. It was as if the whole world had abandoned her. No one cared.

She’d often think: Even if I die, no one would notice.

The day she stood on the rooftop, the sky was a dazzling blue without a single cloud. It was a beautiful day.

The wind whipped through her long hair as she spread her arms, ready to throw herself into the wind. Just then, someone shouted—

“Qin! What are you doing up there? It’s too dangerous! Come down!”

Luo Yunyi rushed up without a second thought and wrapped her arms around Qin Yiwan’s waist, dragging her back from the edge. Shaken, she let go and stepped in front of the guardrail.
“I’m sorry if I crossed the line… I just didn’t want you to fall.”

Qin Yiwan looked at the clumsy, worried girl and unexpectedly smiled. And with that smile, tears rolled down her cheeks.

She didn’t really want to die. But living like a hollow shell—what kind of life was that?

Suddenly, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and broke into sobs, covering her face with both hands.

From then on, Luo Yunyi became her shadow—always nearby, keeping her company through the lonely years.

Qin Yiwan didn’t love Luo Yunyi, but somewhere along the way, she’d come to see her as family.

Perhaps because she’d been hearing people talk about the car accident nonstop, Qin Yiwan ended up dreaming about the night it happened.

She had worked late and was driving home. The roads were nearly empty. As she passed a large intersection, a massive truck came barreling toward her. No honk, no warning—it crashed into her car, flipping it over.

Everything after that was a blur. It was like she’d been locked in another dark room. She tried to open her eyes but couldn’t. Tried to speak, but no sound came out. People came and went, but it was as if no one could see her.

She couldn’t hear what they were saying.

She had been abandoned again.

She heard Luo Yunyi whisper, “I’m sorry.”

This time, even Luo Yunyi had left her.

In the dream, Qin Yiwan struggled in panic. She cried and screamed, trying to tell them she was still alive, pleading with them to pull her out—Please, don’t leave me behind!

But everyone she recognized… walked away. Not a single one turned back.

She was swallowed by endless darkness, waiting helplessly for it to consume her.

Then suddenly—light. A sharp heel clicked against the ground in the distance. Qin Yiwan froze.

A silhouette emerged from the light, elegant and graceful. The woman’s skirt swayed with each step, as if in rhythm with Qin Yiwan’s racing heartbeat.

Who is she? Did she come to save me?

As the figure approached, her face came into view.

It was… Luo Yunye.

******

Qin Yiwan’s eyes flew open. Her heart was still pounding as she gasped for air. After a moment, she rubbed her temples, exhausted. The dream had drained her.

She grabbed her phone. It was already 8:30.

No matter how big the dream, it couldn’t make her late for work.

She rushed to get ready, and once she got to the office and sat down, she buried herself in work. But for some reason, she couldn’t stop thinking about Luo Yunye—and that moment from the dream.

Was she going crazy?

Before she fell into a coma, she and Luo Yunye hadn’t even met. There was no overlap in their lives. So why had her mind clung to Luo Yunye as if she were some kind of lifeline? Why, in her darkest moment, had she wished for her to come save her?

The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. The only explanation she could come up with was that her alter had influenced her.

She recalled how her other self had dropped everything just to spend time with Luo Yunye—abandoning the hotel project and ignoring business, acting like a total love-struck fool.

How could someone as cold and guarded as me develop such a hopelessly romantic alter?

She couldn’t imagine what her alter might do next. If she let her keep running wild, something irreversible might happen.

She needed professional help.

The city’s most renowned psychologist was a Beta named Lin Wu. Normally it took a month to get an appointment, but Qin Yiwan paid a hefty fee to secure a private consultation.

After work, she drove to Lin Wu’s villa. A staff member greeted her at the door and led her inside.

The central air-conditioning kept the place cool. Lin Wu sat on a couch, dressed in a sleek black dress, reading a book. She smiled as she stood to welcome her and had someone bring in fresh fruit to the study.

“Please, Miss Qin, this way.”

Her manner was warm and polite, making people feel instantly at ease.

Inside the study, Lin Wu handed her a glass of water.
“What brings you here today, Miss Qin?”

Qin Yiwan didn’t bother beating around the bush.
“I think I have dissociative identity disorder. I want to know if there’s a way to treat it.”

“Normally, patients with DID aren’t aware of their other personalities. What made you suspect this?” Lin Wu asked gently.

Qin Yiwan handed her a phone with surveillance footage.
“This was recorded in my home. That person is me, but her behavior and preferences—everything is completely different. And I have no memory of any of it.”

Lin Wu nodded, handing the phone back.
“This does seem consistent with symptoms of DID.”

“Oftentimes, dissociative identities are triggered by past trauma. Did anything traumatic happen during your childhood?”

“When I was little, my sister and I were kidnapped. I was badly hurt… and my sister…” Qin Yiwan clenched her hands. “She was killed.”

“And what happened after that?” Lin Wu asked, taking notes.

“My mothers blamed me. They hated me. Locked me in dark rooms. It didn’t matter how much I begged—nothing worked. For a long time, I didn’t see the point in living.”

She’d long since clawed her way out of that past, but even now, just recalling it made her feel the same helplessness and pain—as vivid as the dream from last night.

“When was the first time you noticed memory gaps or waking up somewhere unfamiliar? ” Lin Wu asked.

Qin Yiwan thought hard.
“Maybe in sixth grade. My mom was ignoring me completely by then, and I felt like I couldn’t go on. One day I walked to the park and saw an artificial lake. I hesitated for just a second before jumping in.

But the next day, I woke up at home, with no memory of how I got back.

There was another time—after school, an Alpha from my class pulled me into an alley and confessed. I turned her down, and she tried to kiss me.

She got beaten up pretty badly. Everyone said I did it, but I couldn’t remember a thing.”

Lin Wu asked a few more questions, then looked at her seriously.
“From what you’ve described, your alter seems to have violent tendencies—likely triggered when you’re in danger. This may be connected to your past trauma.”

Violent? That didn’t sound right. The girl in the video had been sweet and gentle.

“Is there a way to stop her from coming out?”

“DID is usually tied to unprocessed trauma. Since you still struggle to accept what happened, we can try long-term therapy to integrate the personalities. But it’s a gradual process.”

“How long would it take?”

Lin Wu spread her hands. “Honestly… I can’t say.”

“If integration doesn’t work… can you get rid of the alter completely?”

Lin Wu got up and handed her a folder.
“There is another option. We can use hypnosis to enter your subconscious. The personalities will separate. You’ll be able to confront your alter—and eliminate her.

Of course, there’s a chance she could kill you instead.

We offer full protection, but the cost—”

“Money’s not a problem.” Qin Yiwan stood and returned the folder. “Can we do it tomorrow?”

Lin Wu frowned, calculating. “We’ve got ten people ahead of you… the earliest slot would be in a month.”

“I’ll add ten million. Can I go in tomorrow?”

Lin Wu’s face lit up. “Absolutely. We’ll send a car to pick you up at home.”

“How long will the whole process take?”

“Depends on how strong your alter is. Usually our team enters with you. If all goes well, two shots and she’s gone—within the hour.”

An hour wouldn’t interfere with much. Once this was over, she’d tell Luo Yunye everything.

And she’d surely agree to a divorce.

Maybe she could even get the paperwork done tomorrow.

Killing two birds with one stone—Qin Yiwan already felt a sense of relief. She almost wished tomorrow would come faster.

******

The next morning, Lin Wu’s team arrived to pick her up. Before leaving, Qin Yiwan instructed the butler to call Luo Yunye in an hour and a half and ask her to wait at home.

The butler was surprised—Miss actually wanted to see her wife?

He cheerfully agreed, but when he saw her getting into a strange car, he couldn’t help stepping in.
“Miss, who are these people? Where are you going? Let me drive you.”

Seeing his concern, Qin Yiwan realized he had a point. If something went wrong at Lin Wu’s, it was better that someone knew where she was.

“You go get the car.”

Butler Lin  ended up driving her to Lin Wu’s psychological center and followed her all the way to the treatment room before being stopped outside.

His eyes scanned the place—it was his first time here, and frankly, everyone looked a little unhinged.
Then it hit him—why had Miss come here?

Had she found out about her other personality?

He immediately called Luo Yunye and whispered urgently, “Ma’am, something’s wrong. Miss may have found out about her split personalities. She’s undergoing treatment right now at Lin’s psychological center.”

Luo Yunye had visited Lin Wu before. The moment she heard where Qin Yiwan was, dread filled her chest.

She dropped everything and ran from her office to the parking lot, racing to the center. Half an hour later, she burst through the doors.

Ignoring the staff, she shoved open the treatment room door. Qin Yiwan was lying on a bed in the center. Two other patients lay on either side.

“What are you doing?! Get out! You’re interrupting a procedure. Can you afford the consequences?!”

Luo Yunye shoved the shouting nurse aside, locked the door, and rushed to Qin Yiwan’s side. She yanked out the cables connecting her to the others and tried to wake her, but nothing worked.

She splashed water on the other patients. No response. She slapped them—nothing.

It was no use. Qin Yiwan wouldn’t wake unless she died in the dream.

But… what if it was A’wan who died in there?

Panicked, Luo Yunye climbed onto the bed and pulled Qin Yiwan into her arms. Her heart raced as she whispered:

“A’wan… A’wan, wait for me. Please, don’t let anything happen to you.”