MY WILD OBSESSION 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 161 - 챕터 170

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE~ AMELIA “I will tell you the truth I have carried for years.” Mother says quietly, unable to look directly at me. “When I got married to Harrison, I noticed the way he looked at you sometimes. We fought about it a few times, but he always swore he had no bad intentions.” She wipes her tears with trembling fingers before continuing. “Then after a while, I started passing out almost every night. I would wake up the next morning barely remembering anything. It happened often, and I also started noticing how unhappy you were. You became withdrawn… angry so easily. But I was still grieving your father so badly that I didn’t pay enough attention.” My chest tightens painfully as I listen. “The day you finally told me what Harrison had been doing to you…” Her voice cracks completely. “I broke, Amelia. I completely broke.” Tears spill down her face now. “I realized I failed my own daughter. The one person your father trusted me to pr

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE~ HARDIN’S POV I walk into the house and immediately find Father seated in the living room with a glass of whiskey in his hand. The television is on mute, the fireplace burning low beside him. He doesn’t look at me at first, but I can already feel the tension in the room. “Where have you been?” he asks finally. I loosen my cufflinks calmly. “At a hotel. I needed to clear my head.” He grips his walking stick and slowly rises to his feet before walking toward me. His sharp eyes study my face carefully, like he’s trying to read every thought running through my mind. “So,” he says, stopping in front of me, “have you finally decided whose side you’re on?” I hold his stare for a brief second before nodding once. “Yes. I support whoever my father supports.” A satisfied laugh leaves him immediately. “That’s my son.” He pats my shoulder proudly. “The true son of his father.” I force a faint smile even though the words taste bitte

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE~ AMELIA It’s another morning, but sleep barely stays with me these days. I wake up before sunrise with my chest heavy from worry and the strange urge to cook. Maybe because cooking gives my hands something to do while my mind refuses to rest. Since I can’t drown myself in alcohol anymore, I need another distraction. I tie my hair into a loose bun and move around the kitchen quietly in one of Grandma’s oversized sweaters that nearly swallow me whole. The television in the sitting room plays softly in the background, the morning news already covering today’s election. I glance toward it from the kitchen doorway before walking over to increase the volume. The reporter’s voice fills the house immediately. “Security presence has intensified across major districts ahead of today’s highly anticipated election—” I stare at the screen for a second too long before forcing myself back into the kitchen. “I’ll make creamy pasta and peppered

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN~ HARDIN Three armed men rush the bus. I shoot the first in the throat. The second gets hit by one of my men. The third almost reaches the driver’s side before I tackle him hard against the road and slam a bullet straight into his chest. Then I hear yelling. An officer near the bus stumbles into the open while bullets tear toward him. Without thinking, I sprint forward and shove him down just as gunfire rips above us. The officer breathes heavily beneath me. “Move your ass!” I bark. I twist around and fire twice toward the shooter hiding near the barricade. Blood splashes across the metal instantly. The officer looks at me in shock. I grab his vest roughly. “You make sure that bus gets delivered,” I tell him sharply. “You hear me? People are counting on this election.” His breathing shakes, but he nods. “Yes sir.” “Good. Then drive.” I help drag the dead driver from the seat while the officer climbs behind the

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY NINE~ AMELIA The entire day crawls by painfully slow. I try distracting myself with little things. I help Grandma fold clothes in the backyard while she complains about Uncle Robbie always misplacing his reading glasses. I sit with Mom while she cuts vegetables for dinner and listen to her ramble about random things happening around Hudson Valley. I even force myself to watch television for a while. But every single thing I do ends the exact same way, with me checking my phone only to find absolutely nothing. There are no calls, no texts, and not even a simple message telling me he is busy. Just total silence. By afternoon, the anxiety starts sitting heavily in my chest. I call again. Still unreachable. I sit outside on the small wooden porch as the evening breeze blows softly against my skin. The sky slowly changes colors above the neighborhood, orange melting into dark blue while people walk past returning to their homes.