All Chapters of My Obsession Ruined Everything: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

Raymond's POVI looked into Joyce Sinclair's bloodshot eyes and asked calmly, "Are you unhappy with the terms of this agreement? I'm willing to leave with nothing to fulfill his wish." Joyce shoved me away and rasped, "When you posted those photos on the internet, why didn't you think about fulfilling his wish? When you wanted to drag everyone down with you, why didn't you think about sparing me then? Why are you pretending to be magnanimous now?" Gazing at her, a sharp pang struck my chest again. "You're right, I was out of my mind. Now that I've come to my senses, I'm setting you free. Isn't this what you want?" Joyce was rendered speechless. Her chest heaved violently, like a trapped beast with nowhere to vent its fury. Bryan Long's eyes were brimming with tears as he choked out, "I'm sorry, Joyce. I shouldn't have made that wish. Please don't fight because of me." Right after saying that, he raised his hand and slapped himself twice. Joyce immediately grabbed his hand an

Chapter 2

"Rachel, what are you doing here?" Bryan looked at her in pleasant surprise. Rachel flicked his forehead. "I promised I'd be here for your 25th birthday. Did you really think I'd miss it?" Joyce patted her on the shoulder. "You've suffered a lot these past three years. If you hadn't staged your death back then, Raymond would've never let Bry off the hook."Rachel sighed. "Had he not been so extreme, I wouldn't have done it. My heart breaks for him every year when I see him kneel in front of my grave for hours. Let's give it another two years. Once he's gotten used to Bryan's presence, I'll tell him the truth so he doesn't have to remain trapped in the past." A loud ringing filled my brain as a bone-deep chill surged through every fiber of my being. Ever since Rachel passed away, the audio recording she left behind became a nightmare that haunted me for years. Every year on the anniversary of her death, I would kneel at her grave for hours, begging her to visit me in my dreams.

Chapter 3

As if they were afraid I might suddenly make a scene, the birthday dinner was brought to a hasty end. When it wrapped up, Bryan affectionately linked his arm through Mom's. "Ma, I've been craving your clam chowder. Can I come over for a while?"Mom instinctively glanced at me. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. "Sure. Let's all go home."I stood frozen in place, unable to hold back the sudden prickle of tears behind my nose. For three years, the door I couldn't open, no matter how much I begged on my knees, was unlocked for Bryan with just a single sentence. The car sped toward the old apartment. When the door was pushed open, a pair of men's casual slippers sat in the entryway. It was unmistakably Bryan's size. He casually tossed his coat onto the bench beside the shoe rack, as if he had returned to his own home. Meanwhile, I, Mom's and Dad's flesh and blood, felt so out of place that I didn't even know where to put my hands and feet. I scanned my surroundings. Bryan

Chapter 4

I immediately dialed Bryan's number. "Where are Avery's ashes?" Bryan's voice dripped with pure malice. "If you want the ashes, come to the hospital. Don't be late, or your child's going to be flushed down the toilet." I didn't dare waste a single second and rushed to the hospital. The moment I pushed open the door, everyone turned to look at me with cold, hostile eyes, as if I was an unpardonable sinner. Bryan's complexion was pallid, and his eyes were misted over. He looked like the picture of a perfect victim. Joyce stepped forward and hurled her phone onto the floor at my feet. Bryan's compromising photos from years ago were displayed on the screen."You're just as vicious as ever, Raymond. I can't believe you'd still resort to such underhanded tactics to tear others down!""I didn't do it. I deleted those photos ages ago." Not a single soul believed my defense. "Ray, are you not only paranoid now but also lacking basic empathy?" Rachel's eyes were filled with disappo

Chapter 5

Third-person POVJoyce leaned against the cold wall outside the emergency room as the image of Raymond throwing himself out the window replayed on a loop in her mind. That final, serene smile of his was like a fine needle, pricking her heart repeatedly. For the very first time, she couldn't help wondering if she had pushed him too far. Raymond's mother, Yvette Lovett, paced back and forth beside her. All the resentment she had once held toward Raymond was now swallowed up by fear. At the end of the day, he was her own flesh and blood. When he took that leap, her legs had gone weak with terror. Bryan was the only one who looked thoroughly annoyed amid the suffocating anxiety hanging over the room. He had been waiting for hours and was starting to feel hungry. He tugged at Rachel's sleeve impatiently. "I'm famished, Rachel! Can you get me some food?"Yvette immediately frowned. "Ray is still in there, and we don't even know if he's going to make it, Bry. How do you still have

Chapter 6

Joyce stood rooted to the spot. The joy that had surged through her moments ago instantly shattered into pieces.Her eyes flickered with emotion, and her voice trembled. "Cut it out, Ray. I'm Joyce!" She took half a step forward to close the distance between us. However, every nerve in my body suddenly went taut, and a scream tore out of my throat before I could stop it. Dad, Mom, and Rachel, who had been waiting outside the room, heard the commotion, barged in, and crowded around my hospital bed. "Ray, you're awake! Don't be afraid, it's me, Rachel." I was scared out of my wits as one unfamiliar face after another closed in around me. I frantically snatched the fruit knife on my nightstand and held it out with the blade pointed away from me. My hands were trembling slightly as I yelled, "Don't come any closer! Stay away from me, all of you!" Joyce's breath hitched, and she raised her hands to show she meant no harm. Then, she softened her tone to soothe me. "Don't be afra

Chapter 7

Avery Lovett. When that name registered in my mind, a flash of white light burst across my vision. Blurred images surged from the deep recesses of my mind, only to sink back into darkness.I clutched my temple and sucked in a sharp breath from the pain. That man still wore a smile. The pain in my head intensified until my legs gave out, and I stumbled sideways. …When I came to, the first thing that came into view was the familiar ceiling of my hospital room. Joyce sat on the edge of my bed. The moment she saw my eyes open, she leaned in. "You're awake! How are you feeling? Does your head hurt?"I shook my head. "It doesn't hurt." "Don't go to the garden alone again. If you want to take a walk, I'll go with you." Joyce lowered her head and tucked the blanket up around me. "There are all kinds of people out there. Now that you've lost your memories, you're an easy target." "Who was... that man in the garden?" I blinked, my voice laced with mild bewilderment. Her hand froze

Chapter 8

That weekend, Joyce took me back to the Lovett residence. By the time we arrived, the table was already filled with my former favorite dishes. Mom kept piling food onto my plate, walking on eggshells throughout dinner, as though she were afraid that anything she said might trigger my memories. Midway through, someone pounded on the door. As soon as the door swung open, Bryan stood outside alone, resentment simmering beneath his gaze. The air in the room instantly froze. Mom scrambled to her feet and instinctively stepped in front of me. "Bry, what… brings you here? Why didn't you tell us you were coming?"Bryan's gaze swept past her, landing squarely on my face.I tilted my head and asked Joyce, "Who is he?" Joyce's hands froze for a fraction of a second. "He's a friend of mine.""Oh," I responded nonchalantly.Bryan's smile faded slightly as he stood rooted to the spot. His gaze darted between Rachel and Joyce. "What, am I not welcome?" Rachel was the first to walk up to

Chapter 9

Following the abortion, Joyce treated me even better. I pretended to be dependent on her, and I never mentioned our past grievances. While she was completely off her guard, I deliberately brought up, with feigned hesitation, the idea of going to Sinclair Group to help her out. "I have nothing to do at home, and I keep living in my own head. If I go to the company and stay by your side, I'll feel more at ease. I can also learn how to manage some of the business." I lowered my gaze, looking as though I was afraid of causing her trouble. Without the slightest hesitation, she agreed and arranged for me to work as her personal assistant in the executive office on the top floor. The company's core financial accounts, partnership contracts, and cash flow records were all laid out in front of me.Joyce merely assumed my post-amnesia self was naive and harmless, completely unaware that I had already committed every crucial piece of information to memory. I quietly kept copies of every lo

Chapter 10

Joyce's company ultimately crumbled on a rainy night. When she came home that day, she was drenched from head to toe, looking utterly haggard. "Ray," she rasped. "The audit team will be coming in tomorrow. I've lost my business."I gazed at her quietly. "I know."Joyce wrapped her arms around me and closed her eyes. "At least I still have you and our baby. Let's leave this place and start over in another city. I can start from scratch. I can—""Joyce," I cut her off.She lowered her head and looked at me. I reached out and touched her stomach. Her abdomen was flat. Her waistline was sharply defined, without the slightest hint of a baby bump. "We don't have a baby. We never had one."Joyce's expression cracked like a mirror splitting right down the center. Her eyes abruptly widened, and she choked out, "What did you just say?""I lied to you," I continued calmly, looking into her eyes. "I spiked the milk you drank every day to make you believe you were pregnant." Disbeli

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