Lahat ng Kabanata ng ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Aria is patiently waiting for me at the nearest coffee shop. She was wearing a simple white dress that hugged her body perfectly. Her shades on, a book on her left, and an iced coffee in front of her.Her eyes drifted on me—intentionally. I blushed as I realized that she’s been there all this time, watching me work. She waited for me patiently while I walked too slowly to calm myself.“Hey!” She greeted me as I approached her.“Hi,” I answered, quietly.“What do you want to drink?” she asked as she offered me the chair beside her. I slid into the chair beside her, the woven seat cool against my legs. Up close, she smelled like coffee and something familiar—something that made my chest loosen without permission.“Just iced latte,” I said. “No sugar.”She smiled, already standing. “Still the same.”I watched her walk to the counter, the easy confidence in her steps, the way she blended into the afternoon crowd like she belonged everywhere she chose to be. When she came back, she placed

Time passed slowly and no matter how hard I tried to convince Aria that I’ll be fine alone in my room, she wouldn’t listen. And as much as I wanted to assure her that I’m okay already, she already decided to stay with me. Honestly, I like it this way. Although, I’m scared to get caught… it still felt easier with her. Whenever she’s around, my fear suddenly disappears and I forget to worry.Aria’s busy replying to some of her emails while I’m already in bed, watching her. Then I remembered what she told Thali earlier.It’s her birthday. When? Today? But she said she already booked a dinner for us, but we just ordered some room service tonight. Maybe it wasn’t true. But then, what if it is?I sighed and sat down, waited for a moment before finally calling her.“Aria,” my voice sounded softer than usual.“Hmm?” She answered without looking, still typing something on her laptop.“Is it really your birthday?” I asked, voice a bit lower.She turned to look at me after hearing my question,

The resort felt different once the shoot ended.Not quieter but emptier. Like the place had finally exhaled after days of controlled chaos. By midmorning, luggage lined the lobby. Crew members hugged, exchanged numbers, and promised to work together again. Someone complained about early flights. Someone else laughed too loudly.I stood slightly apart, watching it all happen.Martha found me near the entrance, phone pressed to her ear, clipboard tucked under her arm. When she hung up, she turned to me with her usual sharp efficiency.“You ready?” she asked. “Van leaves at fifteen.”“I’m not leaving yet,” I said.She blinked. “What?”“I’m staying. Just… a couple more days.”Her brow furrowed instantly. “Ena, that’s not—”“I already cleared it with the hotel,” I said quickly. “I’ll cover everything. I just need a short break before my next schedule.”Martha studied my face. The exhaustion. The resolve. Maybe the faint glow she mentioned yesterday.“…Alright,” she said finally. “But I’ll

When its my turn, the clinic felt colder than it usually did. Not in temperature but in atmosphere. In the way my shoulders stayed tense as I sat on the edge of the chair, hands folded neatly on my lap. In the way I avoided looking at Aria directly when she stepped into the room. She noticed. Of course she did. “Good afternoon, Ena,” she said, closing the door behind her. Professional. Neutral. But her eyes lingered on me a second longer than necessary. “How are you feeling today?” “Fine,” I answered quickly. Too quick. She paused, just barely. Then nodded and moved toward her desk, picking up my file. “Any new symptoms? Fatigue? Sleep issues?” “No.” She glanced up. “Stress?” I hesitated. “Nothing unusual.” The silence stretched. Aria pulled her chair closer, her movements careful, controlled. She asked the right questions. Did the right checks. Spoke in the same calm tone she always used. But something was off. Or at least, to me. I kept my answers short. Flat. I didn’t

Aria woke up slowly. Not all at once—no sudden gasp or sharp intake of breath—but in fragments. A slight shift of her fingers against mine. A faint crease between her brows. The smallest sound in her throat, like she was testing whether the world was still there. I didn’t move. I was afraid that if I did, she’d disappear again. Her eyes opened halfway, unfocused and heavy, before finally finding me. The moment she registered my presence, something in her face changed. Relief came first. Then confusion. Then something darker—something defensive. “How long have you been here?” she asked quietly. “Long enough,” I replied. She winced slightly, as if the answer hurt more than she expected. “You shouldn’t have come.” “You already said that.” “And I still mean it.” I leaned back slightly, giving her space without leaving. “Do you?” She didn’t answer right away. Her gaze drifted past me, taking in the empty bottles lined up neatly on the counter, the glass of water I’d p