A Psychological Fiction Inspired by Regression

A Story of Self-Discovery Through Past-Life

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Uncovering Past Lives, Healing the Present

This psychological fiction delves into the mysterious power of regression therapy—a technique that promises a return to the past, whether truly lived or imagined by the mind.

A young, cold and emotionally detached businesswoman feels a deep numbness she can’t explain. Desperate for clarity, she turns to regression therapy and uncovers a startling past life.

Her journey through hidden trauma and uncomfortable truths leads her to a powerful awakening—one that softens her, deepens her empathy, and begins to heal her broken relationships.

Are these truly her past lives? Memories inherited from ancestors? Or just echoes of the subconscious seeking meaning and closure? This psychological novel doesn’t offer a definitive answer—however, it shows that even if these experiences are constructs, their impact on our emotions, decisions, and perception of reality is very real. A gripping psychological novel explores hidden trauma. A haunting journey through history, memory, and self-discovery.

Chap 1
If you looked at Maria from the left — the way the photographer did for a business magazine — you’d see a successful woman. A blazer. Calm expression.
Chap 3
Her husband kissed her on the cheek before he left. She didn’t flinch — but she didn’t feel it either. What’s wrong with me? she thought.
Chap 5
I write to create stories about people — gossip, that lead them to their end. I know that with every word, with every stroke of the pen, their fate is sealed.
Chap 8
I don’t like this man,” Maria said quietly. “He’s always angry with me. He never tells me I’ve done anything right. I work for him, but all he gives me are scraps—breadcrumbs.
Chap 9
She cast me out onto these filthy streets. And maybe she was right. But I gave her everything, and now I have nothing.
Chap 19
And now, because of my lies — today, I’ll be killed. And still… she’s here. Standing tall, unshaken. Watching me with those eyes that saw everything.

A powerful blend of historical fiction and psychological insight — uncovering the hidden battles behind history’s quiet moments and the truths revealed through regression therapy.

This is historical fiction with a psychological edge where the past isn’t just remembered, it’s relived.

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