All Chapters of Sacred Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Matteo's POV It's been a whole week and I haven't seen or heard from Elena, the struggle eats me up a I yearn helplessly...Finally she appears at with a gentle look man, walking too easily beside each other in the street. I stopped at the top of the steps. Not visibly or in a way anyone else would notice, but something in me stilled as I focused on that single fixed point below.Every other thing narrowed until there was only her and the man beside her."Marco".I had heard the name enough in passing conversations, in mentions from her mother, in quiet references tied to family alliances and polite expectations. I had never needed to see him this close before. Now I couldn't look away;he leaned slightly toward her as they spoke. Not touching, or inappropriate...just familiar and comfortable. The kind of ease that comes from a world that allows proximity without consequence. Everything I did not have, everything I am restricted from having.I felt a knot in my chest, it started gr

(Elena's POV)I suddenly felt the urge to go for confession; That's the only way I knew I'd see him after his "jealousy show"...I told myself "it was just confession," a normal and right thing to do as a catholic, but the thoughts underneath were different.I had been carrying too much for too long and the weight had started to show up in small ways — distracted prayers, restless nights, the persistent low-grade awareness of something unresolved living in my chest. But I still had an aim of seeing him after confession...It had been announced that other priests are coming to hold confession in the parish, so this was my opportunity to confess my sins before adding more to my judgment book...****** I exhaled slowly and walked toward the confessional before I could find a reason not to. times. There was nothing to be nervous about. The confessional light was on, no one was inside, which meant no waiting, no time to hesitate or reconsider, no opportunity for the part of me that had been

(Matteo's POV)I could still hear Elena’s even after she’d gone—not as a memory I was reaching for, but as something that had settled deep within me, a permanent weight. The way certain things do when they’ve decided to stay.It was the way she said it that struck me. “Focused.” Not the meaning itself—I’d already wrestled with that, carrying the weight of her words like a fragile object with nowhere safe to put it down. It was her steadiness. No hesitation, just a clear, level truth and vulnerability of someone who had faced a difficult truth and simply…stopped trying to manage it because it gets harder. I closed the confessional door after the last penitent left and stood for a moment in the empty aisle, not quite ready to move. She’d said she’d tried to leave. Said it hadn’t changed anything. And I’d believed her, instantly, without the usual instinct to redirect or reframe that came with the role. Because I couldn’t conjure doubt I didn’t feel. Because I’d felt the same way for s

I was still angry as I headed out of our building, I took the smallest car it the garage and drove out to nowhere in mind, I finally stopped at the church. I pushed the entrance door open with more force than necessary, the sound echoing softly as I entered.The cool air washed over me with a calming sensation, a grounding force that ultimately proved useless. My heart still hammered against my ribs, my thoughts raced, and my chest remained tight with the weight of what I’d just left behind at home.I walked quickly down the aisle, my steps uneven on the polished floor. The church was nearly empty, only a few scattered figures with bowed heads, lost in private prayer. No one looked up, no one noticed my arrival, and I was grateful for their indifference. I didn’t stop at the pews, I didn’t kneel or pray either; I continued walking, toward the back, toward the corridor leading away from the visible, the proper, the safe.A catch in my breath signaled my arrival at the doorway. This p

(Matteo’s POV)I let out a deep breath as the door closed behind her; It resonated with finality, as if something irreversible had been set in motion. I remained frozen, until the echoes of her footsteps faded and quietness set in. But the silence wasn’t empty; it was saturated with her lingering presence, the warmth she came with. My fingers curled slightly, instinctively seeking the feel of her skin again. I exhaled again slowly, perhaps even too slowly. “This ends,” I murmured under my breath, It was a lie, though. If it were truly going to end, it would have done so already.I turned sharply, pacing across the room, a restless energy pressing within me, I couldn’t understand the feeling. She had said she wouldn’t stop, and the most dangerous part was that I believed her. Not because she was careless, or unaware of the consequences, but precisely because she understood them and still persisted, still challenged every boundary I attempted to establish.“You almost did it,” her voic