All Chapters of Obsessed With My Mother’s Husband ( The Forbidden Romance ): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zina’s PovIt’s been weeks since i was discharged from the hospital and it was getting boring.My mother constantly came to check on me, bringing up conversations as an excuse to linger in my room, but it only made me feel uncomfortable. Meanwhile, Alex has been avoiding me since we got back. I had barely seen him anywhere around. And if I happen to walk into the kitchen when he is making coffee, he walks out before I even have a chance to talk to him.I was still mad at both of them for getting married while I was lying unconscious in the hospital bed. I know my mother has been waiting for me to bring it up, but I'm done complaining. What difference does it make anyway? They got married. I can't change that, so there's no point talking about it.I've accepted my fate. The house felt different now.Nothing much, Just.…. different.This morning, she stood at my doorway, holding a small bowl of porridge.“Good morning, sweetheart.”“Morning, Ma.”“Did you sleep well?”“Yes.” I gave he

The night before the screening, I had barely slept. I rolled and tossed on the bed, but sleep wouldn't come. It was fear that kept me aware. It was anticipation. Anticipation of what I can truly do on my own without the support of my mother or my stepfather. For weeks, it felt like I was drowning inside this house. It felt like I was trapped. The silence and the tension were suffocating, while the jealousy of seeing my mom marry the man I wanted was draining. So this program is my first step toward getting over him. At least if I don't get to see him always, if I don't get to perceive his seductive colognes, if I don't get to see him drinking coffee in the kitchen, I'll be able to kill whatever it is that I think I feel for him. By 6:30, I gave up pretending to sleep. I saw it as an opportunity to revise every significant and insignificant code, API calls, and security protocols. I wanted to be prepared because this internship program is the only escape route I've got

Alex’s PovGradually, everyone started to file out of the conference room.Chairs scraped softly across the floor as the executives gathered their tablets and folders. I kept my expression neutral as I walked beside them toward the door, but my thoughts were nowhere near the hallway we were entering.My thoughts were still inside that room.Still fixed on one person.Zina.Even now, I can still picture her standing in front of that large screen as she presented her system design.Calm.Clear.And Confident.Too confident for someone who had walked into that room unaware of who she would face.I watched her the entire time.Not openly. But my eyes were on every step she made during the interview.And every time she explained another layer of the system she had built, I found myself studying her more closely.Her logic was very precise, and her reasoning was structured.Her design was… really impressive.More impressive than I expected.That realization had unsettled me more than I car

Zina’s POVI woke up a few minutes before my alarm. The plan was to prepare early for my first day, but I found myself staring at the ceiling for several minutes, listening to the quiet sounds of the house as it settled into the morning, my thoughts already racing.Though I passed the screening, I was still very tense.“Zina, this is your first official job; you passed the screening, you can do this,” I whispered continuously to myself as I turned from one side of the bed to the other.After what seems like eternity, I finally forced myself out of bed into the bathroom.I rushed out, and soon I was on the dining table, forcing myself to eat something.My mother walked into the kitchen already dressed for work in her scrubs.“Morning Zina”“Morning, Ma,” I responded without looking away from my plate.“Are you ready for your first day? Alex told me that you're interning under his supervision,” she asked, walking over to the coffee machine to make herself some.“I’m being forced to,” I

Zina’s POVBy evening, the executive floor was empty. Not entirely empty, but gradually.I didn’t move. I had my earpods on, my second screen was open beside the first, and I was still very engrossed in my work.You should have started earlier, the criticizing part of my brain judged.“Whatever!”The vulnerability assessment was more layered than I had expected, which was saying something because I had expected it to be brutal. Every time I closed one breach point, the architecture revealed another one beneath it, like peeling back wallpaper and finding damp underneath.“Does he think he's helping me?”, I thought, scrolling through another section of the system files. He gave this to me, knowing exactly what I was going to find, “This isn't even an intern’s job to do,” I cussed By nine pm, the entire floor was silent.I took out one of my earpods and listened, but there was no sound. Nothing. Not even the low murmur of a distant conversation. Just the faint hum of the building’s ven