On the day I was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, my world collapsed. My parents kicked me out. My best friend ghosted me. Just when I thought I was abandoned by the world, Caleb Vance appeared. He took me home to the Vance estate and confessed his love in front of his entire family: "Lana, I promise you, no matter what happens, I will never leave you. I love you, and I love all of your personalities." The Vance parents were incredibly open-minded, flipping through my medical records and saying: "A famous celebrity and a psychiatrist? Such positive personalities! Lana, this just proves you're a kind-hearted girl!" "Exactly! Our son is so lucky, marrying two good girls at once!" I wiped away my tears and forced a smile. They didn't know that besides the host personality, I was also diagnosed with a third personality. The Raincoat Killer. Whenever it rains, the bloodthirsty me comes out to play. Like right now. No one noticed that a page was missing from that medical file. 1 The next morning, several dead cats and dogs were found in the gated community where the Vances lived. Breakfast was peaceful. No one suspected me. I breathed a sigh of relief. But the neighbors somehow heard about my condition. Someone splashed a bucket of red paint on the Vance's front door. Before leaving, they shouted: "Control your psycho!" "I did it! It has nothing to do with Lana!" Maybe fearing his parents would judge me, Caleb took the blame. I was moved but anxious. Could I really be accepted by his parents like this? To my surprise, his parents didn't care. Instead, they comforted me: "We trust you, Lana. Don't listen to what those people say. How about this? Let's take the family on a cruise for a few days. We'll come back when the housekeeper has cleaned this mess up." "Okay." I had no reason to refuse. I packed a few clothes and followed the Vance family onto the yacht. The Vance family owned a top enterprise in New York. They were old money. And Caleb was a top-tier elite lawyer. They didn't lack money. They rented a $30 million yacht just like that. I was shocked but confused. Was it necessary to spend so much just for a few days off? It wasn't until I boarded the yacht, surrounded by falling rose petals, that I understood. Caleb knelt on one knee: "Lana, I love you, until death do us part." He was proposing. This yacht was his gift to me. There were thirty people on board. Besides the twenty crew members, the rest were Caleb's friends, family, butler, and bodyguards. They were all here to witness our love. The moment I put on the ring, I thought we were the happiest family in the world. We started our week-long sweet journey. Caleb said he wanted to give me the most beautiful scenery of my life. But after just one day, he changed. 2 "Caleb, what's wrong? It's Lana, open the door!" "Get away from me! You psycho!" My face went pale. I lost all strength and slumped against the cabin door. What happened? Did I... I walked to the deck like a lost soul, staring at the shimmering sea. I asked with hatred: "What did you do this time?" The waves pushed against each other, as if my face was changing masks one after another. The smile at the corner of my mouth was mechanical and eerie. She looked mocking, opening her red lips: "Guess." Enough! I was furious! I grabbed an empty wine bottle and smashed it into the water. Splash. That face slowly disappeared. Replaced by my tears. I looked down and saw red drag marks on the deck. Extending to the edge of the boat. There was a bloody handprint on the railing. Below was the bottomless sea. Suddenly, I realized something and froze. I looked back. The deck was empty. But I clearly remembered everyone was here just now? I pulled my hair, trying desperately to recall the missing fragments, but I couldn't. I only remembered... In the evening, everyone was drunk. Except me. Caleb took care of me, drinking for me. But he wasn't so lucky. He fell asleep on the deck for hours. The sea breeze was cold. I covered him with a thin blanket and sat by his side, humming a lullaby. Then I fell asleep too. "What have you done to me!" I held my head, kneeling on the deck, screaming in pain. A red light flashed in the distance, a familiar frequency. There seemed to be many similar lights on this ship. Like eyes, watching me, torturing me. In the silent night, besides my voice, there was a weak, trembling breathing sound coming from behind. My blood suddenly boiled. I knew without looking back that it was the person I loved most—Caleb. No matter what... He cannot leave me... I rubbed my eyes, gritted my teeth, grabbed a wine bottle with trembling hands, and walked slowly towards him. Under the moonlight, my shadow was stretched long. 3 The next day, when I woke up, Caleb was sleeping next to me. He held me in his arms, sleeping peacefully. I poked his dimple and broke free from his embrace. As soon as I got up, he hugged my waist: "Why are you up so early, babe?" I blushed and scolded: "Don't touch me!" "Are you shy?" Caleb kissed my back through my clothes, murmuring: "Why didn't you change into pajamas?" Then he pulled me back and pressed down on me. I narrowed my eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the red light go dark. Just as I wanted to push Caleb away, someone knocked on the door: "Mr. Vance, Ms. Lane, breakfast is served." It was the yacht staff. I breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door. A girl with pigtails forced a smile: "Mr. and Mrs. Vance are waiting for you in the restaurant." I nodded: "Coming." Then I went into the bathroom to wash up. Maybe because the door wasn't closed tight, I could hear the conversation outside while brushing my teeth. The girl's coquettish voice came: "Mr. Vance, let me help you dress. Oops, sorry, I'm so clumsy, how did I fall on you? Mr. Vance, are you okay?" My reflection in the water smiled: "Someone's hitting on your man right in front of you, and you're not angry?" I shook my head, silently replying to her: "I trust Caleb." Sure enough, Caleb didn't disappoint me. He shouted: "Get out!" Then he squeezed in and hugged me pitifully: "Babe, someone is seducing your husband, and you don't even care!" I pressed my forehead against his and rewarded him with a hug: "Good job, our Caleb is the best." "Hmph, perfunctory!" Caleb was right, I was perfunctory. Because I wasn't in the mood to be sweet with him. My mind was full of last night. My anxiety lasted until I entered the restaurant. Seeing everyone there, I was comforted. It was just a dream. Our happy family is still here, that's great. "Did you sleep well last night, Lana?" Mrs. Vance poured me a glass of cranberry juice and asked with a smile. I looked at the red drink, and a blurry image flashed through my mind. "I slept well, and had a dream." "Oh? What did you dream about?" I chewed on the freshly cut sausage, squinting my eyes to remember. A few seconds later, I realized: "I remember, I was slaughtering a pig." After speaking, I put down my knife and fork and scanned everyone in the restaurant. Counting silently in my heart... One, two, three... twenty-nine. One person missing! I asked calmly: "Caleb, is everyone here for breakfast?" The man was peeling an egg for me with focus: "Should be... eh..." He paused, as if remembering something: "Where's the chubby guy who makes cakes? Don't make pistachio mousse today, Lana is allergic to nuts." "That brat disappeared early in the morning! Don't worry, Mr. Vance, there won't be any mistakes with the meals today!" The head chef standing aside answered respectfully. But as soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Caleb's face froze. His hands peeling the shell also trembled. I leaned in and patted his back, whispering in his ear: "Caleb, I'm here." He squeezed out a smile uglier than crying: "Babe, let's get married, okay?" The friends and family around us raised their glasses again, cheering for us. I rubbed his hair: "Okay, I'll always be with Caleb." Caleb's eyes were red. In my arms, he looked like an abandoned puppy. Opposite us, Mr. and Mrs. Vance looked at us with relief. After rushing the marriage, they started rushing the baby: "Give us a grandkid soon!" I lowered my head shyly, catching a few waiters rolling their eyes in the corner. Sigh. My boyfriend is too popular, what should I do? 4 Three days passed, and a few more people went missing from the ship. I was anxious, but couldn't piece together memories about them. Caleb's emotions became increasingly negative, and his gaze toward me often held suspicion. At night, he finally broke down: "Where did they go!" I opened my mouth but stopped. I poured him a glass of warm water, mixed with a little sleeping pill. I hoped he would sleep well. And wake up as the Caleb who loved me as before. I left the room, wanting to go to the deck for some air. But as soon as I left, someone slipped into the room. It was the pigtail girl. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes full of heartache, hopping in like a little rabbit. The girl was dressed thinly, white gauze, camisole dress. Her full, delicate body tightly hugged the sleeping Caleb. I wanted to look closer, but the light in the room went out. Like a bucket of cold water poured on me, I shrugged disinterestedly. My face remained calm. But my heart was surging, like the midnight sea, stirring up a thousand waves. A voice in my head screamed: "Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!" I clenched my fists, trying hard to suppress the desire in my heart. Calm down. Caleb won't love anyone else, he only loves me. Sure enough, in the second half of the night, the pigtail girl was thrown out. Caleb didn't show his face. It was the Vance family relatives who carried her out. The girl was covered in wounds, dying. The moment she saw me, she lost control. Struggling and screaming like crazy, even trying to grab my leg. She looked ferocious, clawing at the floor like a ghost. Opening her mouth, blood gushed out: "You... I..." Unfortunately, she couldn't say a complete sentence now. Seeing her struggle, I stepped forward, bent down with pity, wanting to listen to her voice. But the next second. She was pulled back by Caleb's uncle. The girl's breathing weakened, her fingers desperately leaving a letter on the floor—S. Oops. This woman wants to tell everyone I killed her? That won't do. I was a little distressed. But before the girl could finish writing, she fainted completely. I breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away the letter. A couple of shadows slowly approached from the dark. I looked closely; it was Mr. and Mrs. Vance. Their faces were solemn, sighing deeply: "Lana, don't worry, we'll handle it. You need to be more careful, don't make this mistake again." I lowered my head in shame, accepting their help. Another person missing from the ship. The crowd dispersed, and I hummed the cheerful lullaby again. 【Miss Rabbit, lock your door, cover your face. Breathing is about to stop, you will no longer have insomnia. Rest in peace, beautiful soul.】 Passing by the mirror, the woman inside sneered: "You think they really love you? Idiot! That guy Caleb is clearly..." Shh. I blocked her mouth with my index finger. Gently kissed it: "You're the idiot. Luckily, I am also you, otherwise, baby, what would you do~" Dawn broke, and the yacht became lively. A tender, charming male voice floated through the ship. "Daddy, you're amazing." 5 I stood outside Caleb's door, listening to the sounds inside. Finally understood what "she" wanted to say last night. She wanted to say, Caleb is gay, and the Vance family is just anxious for a daughter-in-law to carry on the family line. I clenched my fists, nails digging deep into my skin. My bloodthirsty nature sprouted again. My face was calm, but my trembling body betrayed my emotions. If people could see me, they would definitely see the excitement in my eyes. That was the flame of hatred. The people rushing over looked at each other in dismay, chaotic, but couldn't block out the sound. Twenty-five people present, not one dared to knock. The red light flashed more and more frequently. Mrs. Vance raised her hand and slapped me, whispering: "Lana! What is going on?" I looked at them coldly and left the suite corridor without a word. Three minutes later. The noise in the room stopped. Caleb looked up contentedly and kissed the man's greasy belly: "Where have you been these past few days~" "Baby, my good master! The day I sneaked on the boat, I was discovered by that bitch named Lana! Not only did she crack my head open! She threw me overboard. If it weren't for a patrol boat, I'd be dead!" It was the missing chubby guy who made desserts. If I recall correctly, he knew I was allergic to nuts but still served me pistachio mousse. So it was Caleb's little lover, jealous. While they were entangled, Caleb's uncle rushed in. After some chaos, they escorted the naked chubby guy out of the cabin. The sun was blinding. Fifth day. We stayed in the middle of the ocean for two days, time to return. The flashing red light finally went out. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The chubby guy kneeling on the deck glared at me viciously. "Dr. Lane, sorry, I was too anxious just now. What do we do now!" Mrs. Vance rushed out and grabbed my hand. I looked at the clear slap mark on her face and calmly withdrew my hand: "Mrs. Vance, I told you long ago to carefully vet who comes on board. Those girls who admire him sneaking in is one thing, but this fat gentleman, I sent him away the first night. Who brought him back?" Mrs. Vance smiled awkwardly: "Caleb... likes him, made a fuss, I couldn't bear to see him upset, so..." The Vance family was running around in circles, accusing Mrs. Vance: "A doting mother ruins the child! Now it's all broadcasted! The Vance family's face is lost! If public opinion changes... Caleb's life is over!" "Exactly! It's weird, there's no signal on the ship, but we couldn't cut the live stream signal just now! Don't know if it went out!" "The platform should automatically ban this kind of footage, don't worry." Watching them like ants on a hot pan, I stepped in to soothe them: "Even if it aired, it's just one of Caleb's personalities. People will understand." Mrs. Vance pulled her hair painfully: "You don't understand! Public opinion favored Caleb because of the persona I packaged for him! That's why girls felt sorry for his childhood and wanted to save him! Now finding out he has a gay personality, and with a man... Sigh! Those women won't like him anymore!" Yes, I raised an eyebrow. Gentle and handsome, childhood abuse victim Caleb. The boy who would call me "Sister" with red eyes. Attracted a crowd of netizens' care and sympathy. Even if his split personality made him torture his girlfriend to death. Some people were willing to speak for him. Especially after he developed the "Elite Lawyer" personality, he instantly ranked top 3 in girls' dream lovers list. 【It wasn't his host personality who killed, what did he do wrong!】 【Heard the girl cheated! That's why he did it! And I checked, her family is poor, she was with him for money!】 【He was driven to split personality by this woman! Already pitiful enough!】 【Did you see him defend himself in court? So handsome! If he can split into such an excellent personality while sick, how kind must he be! I'm so sad... if he met me... I could definitely save his childhood! Not let him be hurt by bad women again!】 【Can a doctor explain, if the bad personalities are eliminated, will he be okay?】 Online opinion was one-sided, normal comments drowned out. Mostly the Vance family's doing. Of course, there were indeed some brain-dead people who thought so. With such severe mental illness, saving Caleb's life wasn't hard. The hard part was, the Vance family didn't just want to save his life, they wanted to reduce his sentence, or even avoid jail time. Besides manipulating public opinion, they pulled a lot of strings. Finally, this absurd world. Actually gave Caleb a green light. The Mental Health Center decided to use Caleb as a case study for an experiment. To treat and eliminate his evil personalities. And broadcast it live for the whole country to supervise. If the experiment succeeded, they would issue a report and consider reducing Caleb's sentence. As Caleb's long-term psychiatrist, holding first-hand information. I naturally participated in this experiment. Of course, the main reason was that both Caleb's host personality and lawyer personality couldn't leave me. One relied on me, loved me. The other treated me as a patient, wanted to protect me, save me. "Dr. Lane, think of something, Caleb likes you so much, you have to save him!" "Sister-in-law is right. Dr. Lane even forged a diagnosis and pretended to have split personality for Caleb. She's so dedicated, she won't leave him to die!" The Vance family sang together. I stood aside, silently lowering my head. In the backlight, I seemed to see the shadow's mouth curve. I never said my diagnosis was forged.
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