All Chapters of MY WILD OBSESSION : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER FORTY TWO Music fills my car as I drive. The beat settles into my chest. For a moment, I feel alive. I breathe easier. My phone rings. I lower the volume a little. Sofia’s name flashes on the screen. Of course. It’s about our appointment. I answer. “Hey, Sof. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you earlier. My plans changed last minute.” She sighs, dramatic as always. “You owe me a very big bucket of ice cream. Tomorrow.” I smile to myself. “Deal. You don’t even have to remind me.” “Good,” she says. “Just don’t disappear again.” “I won’t,” I reply. She hangs up. I turn the volume back up. The song pours through the speakers. I sing along, a little off-key, not caring. For these few minutes on the road, with music and motion and no one controlling the wheel, I feel like myself again. *** I pull up to the address Blake gave me, scanning the building like I’m expecting a sign flashing “Therapy Here.” Nothing. Just a plain, glass-fronted office, the kind you’d walk

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR I shake the thoughts off, forcing my mind back into place. He finishes the call and sets the phone down. He leans back into his chair, settling in like he’s not in a rush. Like he has nowhere else to be. Then he looks at me. The intensity of his stare makes my stomach flip. I sit up straighter without meaning to, suddenly aware of myself—my posture, my breathing, the way my hands rest in my lap. It’s too much. I break eye contact and look away, heat creeping up my neck. I hate how shy he makes me feel. A soft sound reaches me. A smile. Not loud. Not smug. Just there. Like he noticed. His voice fills the room again, smooth and curious. “You mentioned Cassie,” he says. “Who’s that?” A smile slips out before I can stop it. Real and unguarded. “My favorite girl,” I say quickly. “She’s my best friend.” “With the way you said it,” Blake says, eyes narrowing slightly, “you care about her a lot.” “Yes. I mean—” I shift on the couch, warmth spread

CHAPTER FORTY SIX “Ivy?” I say, disbelief flashing through me. “What are you doing here?”She stands slowly, unbothered, wine glass still in her hand as she walks toward me like she owns the air. “Oh,” she says with a lazy smile, “the trophy wife is home.”“What did you just call me?” The words come out cold, but my blood is boiling.She chuckles. “Did that hurt?” She tilts her head. “Hardin’s mother told me everything. That her son doesn’t give a fuck about you. That he only married you for your social media influence.”I scoff. “In your dreams.”I pull my phone from my bag and dial Hardin. It rings. No answer.Ivy’s smile widens. “Now who’s dreaming?” she says sweetly. “He didn’t pick up, did he?”I don’t give her the satisfaction of a response. I brush past her and storm upstairs, my heels pounding against the floor. When I reach the bedroom, I slam the door so hard the walls seem to shake.What the hell is all this disrespect?I call him again.Nothing.My chest tightens. I throw

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT My skin feels hot and so sticky. Like the room is still clinging to me.I don’t think twice.I quickly clean up the mess i made in the room.After cleaning, I head straight to the bathroom and step into the shower. Warm water hits me instantly, sliding down my shoulders, my back, washing away the recklessness, the heat, the mess in my head. I close my eyes and let it run, breathing slowly until my pulse settles.By the time I step out, wrapped in a towel, I feel clean again. Reset.I set my phone up and decide to film a quick skincare video—something soft, normal, grounding. I move slowly, rubbing cream into my skin, talking low, like I’m reclaiming myself one layer at a time.Halfway through, I change into another comfy outfit—a loose shirt gown that barely skims my thighs. The fabric shifts when I move, free and light.I head downstairs, and Snow immediately comes running after me, tiny paws tapping fast against the floor. “Okay, okay,” I laugh, glancing back a

CHAPTER FIFTY “Hello, sir.”“Hello, Mrs Massimo. How are you holding up?”“Amelia, it’s fine,” I say, steadying my voice. “I’m good and sorry I haven’t reached out. I’ve been… adjusting to married life.”“I understand,” he replies, kind but direct. “But your absence hasn’t gone unnoticed. Clients have been asking for you.”My grip tightens around the phone.“Mr. Lawson, I apologize for not returning sooner. I was actually planning to come into the office to properly—”I stop.The words die in my throat.Am I really about to walk away from the one place where I am still just Amelia?“Amelia?” his voice cuts in gently. “Are you there?”I cough and stand up, pretending to go grab water, because I don’t want Sophia to hear what I’m about to say."As soon as I get into the kitchen, I lower my voice on the phone.“Yes. Yes, I am.” I inhale slowly. “I’m dealing with some personal matters right now, but I’m getting help. You know how much this job means to me. I was hoping… if it’s possible…