Painful Obsession

"You may kiss the bride" The wedding officiant yelled. My heart raced every time I remembered the vows he had made at the altar earlier today. The smile on his face had made my cheeks warm, and I couldn't stop replaying the moment in my mind.

As I looked at him with shy, love-filled eyes, without hesitation, Daniel pulled me into his arms and kissed me as though his life depended on it. The passion in that kiss made the love I already had for him burn even brighter. Although it had been our very first kiss, it felt as if he had been waiting his whole life for it.

I had always believed I loved him far more than he could ever love me. But standing at the altar, with my heart pounding against my chest, I could have sworn I felt his heart beating just as hard. For the first time, I allowed myself to believe that maybe... just maybe... he had finally fallen in love with me too.

Now, I am Standing in front of the mirror, smiling foolishly at my own reflection as the memories of the day played endlessly in my mind. A white towel was wrapped securely around my chest, while my long brown hair cascaded down to my waist.

It was our wedding night, and I had only one goal—to make my husband desire me.

Slowly, I pushed the bathroom door open. One foot stepped into the room as I tilted my head, allowing my damp hair to fall over one shoulder. My hands held the towel firmly against my body, and a nervous smile tugged at my lips.

Then I saw him.

Daniel was already asleep, his soft snores filling the room.

A disappointed sigh escaped my lips.

"I'm so horny," I whispered to myself, frustration creeping into my voice.

Quietly, I walked over to the bed. His suit lay scattered across the floor beside it, so I carefully gathered the pieces and placed them neatly on the couch before returning to sit beside him.

I simply watched him.

His peaceful expression, his sharp jawline, his handsome face—I had loved every part of him for so long.

Unable to resist, I leaned closer, intending to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Before my lips could touch his skin, his eyes flew open.

In one swift movement, he grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed beneath him.

"You want me?" he asked, his deep, husky voice sending shivers through my body.

My eyes widened as I stared up at him.

He pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand while his other hand loosened the towel wrapped around me, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. He buried his face against my neck, planting slow kisses along my skin, and sucking my boobs.

Every touch ignited something inside me.

Desire, Longing, Love.

His closeness stole every coherent thought from my mind.

"I want you, Daniel," I whispered breathlessly. "I want every part of you."

What happened next wasn't what I had imagined.

As he entered me for the first time, a sharp, unbearable pain tore through my body, forcing a cry from my lips. It was my first time, and I felt something warm slowly trickle beneath me.

The pain only worsened as he continued, ignoring the tears streaming down my face.

I begged him to stop. Again and again.

But he never did.

Then, just as he reached his climax, he whispered a name.

It wasn't mine.

I couldn't make it out clearly, but I knew with painful certainty that it wasn't my name.

Still, I tried to convince myself I had imagined it.

When everything was over, I gently cupped his face.

"I love you," I whispered.

He didn't answer.

Instead, he immediately got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

Several minutes later, he came back wearing only a pair of shorts. He picked up his pillow without looking at me.

As he reached the door, he finally spoke.

"Go take a shower, you stink of blood."

Then he walked away, leaving me alone in the silence.

My heart shattered. My jaw dropped.

It felt as though my entire world was on the verge of falling apart.

I had promised myself that I would save myself for him. I turned down every man who showed interest in me, rejecting them one after another, proudly telling them that I already had someone.

And this was how it all ended? I wondered.

I didn't know what to make of the situation, but I refused to dwell on it.

Maybe he's just exhausted, I thought. Or perhaps he's aching all over. Maybe I shouldn't have persuaded him to sleep with me.

With a heavy heart, I slowly folded the bloodstained duvet and bedsheet, carried them to the washing machine, and replaced them with fresh ones. Freshened up again, added lots of perfume. Just practically anything to please him.

Then I walked out of the room. I went looking for Daniel, only to find him in the dining room, laughing so hard as he spoke to someone on the phone.

I quietly tiptoed toward the dining table and, without wanting to interrupt his conversation, wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, resting my head gently against his back.

The next moment, he ended the call and forcefully pried my hands away from him.

“Have you gone nuts?” Daniel thundered, his voice loud and condescending enough for the maidens to hear.

A shiver ran through me, and I began to tremble.

“What is it, baby?” I asked softly.

The expression on his face was one of pure irritation and disgust. I reached out, hoping to cup and caress his face, but he slapped my hands away. My hand struck the edge of the dining table.

“What is it—?”

“Why are you here?” he snapped.

“You left the room angry, Daniel, so I thought it was only right for me to come and apologize… in case I did something wrong,” I whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

Daniel let out a bitter chuckle. He walked over to the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of cold water, and began gulping it down.

Then, with the remaining water still in his mouth, he turned toward me and deliberately splashed it all over my face and body.

I stood there in stunned silence.

I never expected such humiliation from him.

“You are such a desperate thing, Camilla,” he began coldly. “You can bathe yourself in every perfume on this earth, but you will always remain stinky to me.”

My heart shattered.

“I don’t love you. I can’t love you, and I never will!” he yelled.

My heart shattered into countless pieces.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face as I watched Daniel walk away from me.

“What about everything you said at the altar earlier today?” I asked, my voice trembling as I hurried after him. “The way you looked at me, Daniel. The vows you made—”

“Wake up, Camilla,” he cut me off coldly. “It was all an act. Besides, I have never told you that I loved you.”

“I rejected so many people because of you—”

“I never asked you to do that.”

“I kept myself for you,” I cried, my voice breaking. “And you knew I was a virgin tonight, yet you—you…”

The words caught in my throat.

“Listen to me, Camilla,” he said impatiently. “You gave yourself to me. I didn't force you. You wanted this. You were the one who persuaded me to marry you.”

“You should have just said no!” I screamed through my tears.

“Well, I didn't. I gave you what you wanted. You should be happy.” His expression hardened. “As a matter of fact, I'm the victim here—married to someone I don't love.”

My knees gave way.

I collapsed before him, clutching my chest as my heart pounded violently against my ribs. My breathing became shallow, as though I couldn't get enough air, yet Daniel continued speaking as if my pain meant nothing to him.

“There is nothing you can do about it now, Camilla. We are married. This is what you wanted, so deal with it,” he added coldly.

He turned to leave.

Desperately, I reached out and grabbed his legs, holding on as though they were the only thing keeping me from completely falling apart.

“Please, Daniel,” I sobbed. “Please reconsider. I can change. I'll do anything you want. Just… please love me back.”

I tightened my grip around his legs.

“You are the only man I've ever loved, Daniel. I don't even know what it feels like to love someone else.”

“Oh, I don't want you to love someone else, Camilla.” His voice was eerily calm. “I want it to be me. Me and me alone.”

For a fleeting moment, hope flickered inside me.

But it vanished just as quickly.

Daniel tried to pull his leg free from my grasp, but I clung to him desperately.

His patience snapped.

In a burst of anger, he kicked my hands away from his legs. When I still refused to let go, his kicks came again and again, each one sending another wave of pain through me.

I cried out, but he didn't stop.

My vision blurred.

The room began to spin.

And then…

Everything went black.