All Chapters of After I'm Cured of Obsession, My Wife Snaps: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"Enough! Daniel Whitaker, are you ever going to stop?"Eleanor Hayes' face was livid with rage as she swept my belongings onto the floor."Daniel, how many times do I have to explain this? I don't want you wasting all your time painting. You have no talent for it, and no one is ever going to appreciate your work!" She reached for my arm, but I calmly stepped out of her grasp. "According to my calculations and consultations with several industry professionals, my paintings are valued at a minimum of one million dollars each. The painting you just ruined was estimated to be worth 1.3 million."The disbelief on Eleanor's face made it clear that she didn't believe me, so I called the person in charge of the upcoming art exhibition and had them confirm the valuation. Facts, after all, were not a matter of opinion.Instead of convincing her, however, the confirmation only darkened her expression. "A minimum of one million dollars? You really have some nerve!" she snapped. "In all o

There were countless notes like these, filling the drawer from top to bottom. I stared at the words in silence, each one a small record of a life I had once treasured—the things she had said, the things she had wanted, and all the ridiculous little ways I had tried to make her happy. Together, they held years of memories I had once believed would last forever.Then the drawer slid shut.At the same moment, the room seemed to grow darker. The next day, I showed up at Eleanor's company with my lawyer and asked to see her. Just as expected, I was immediately turned away. I didn't argue. I simply waved a hand, and someone brought me a lounge chair. I sat down, put on my sunglasses, and started playing the recording of our conversation about the company shares from the day before. I set it on repeat and let it play over and over for everyone in the lobby to hear.Eleanor and I had founded this company together. The shares I was asking for weren't some outrageous demand. They were wha

Eleanor froze for only a split second. By the time she looked up and then lowered her gaze again, that familiar, gentle smile had already returned to her face. "Was all this really necessary?" There was a hint of helplessness in her voice. "Just because I'm getting engaged to Charles, you had to go this far? You even had to frame me like this just to make me bow my head?"She stared straight at me, completely unfazed by the screams and chaos coming from the video. Not a flicker of emotion crossed her face. I curled my lips into a smile, though there was nothing friendly about it. Casually spinning the microphone in my hand, I said, "Looks like Ms. Hayes isn't very happy with the gift I brought her. But that's all right. I can always give you something better."I raised the remote and aimed it at the screen, reaching for the button that would switch the video. But before I could press it, Eleanor suddenly rushed onto the stage with startling speed and snatched the remote from my h

"Put away that clumsy act. You're making yourself look dumb."Even as I said it, Eleanor's right hand had already slipped beneath my shirt. Her fingers moved slowly across my skin, and little by little, even she seemed to lose herself in the moment.While I was scanning her blood alcohol level, the system had also detected a surge in her arousal. I even froze for a moment when I saw that.Eleanor and I had been together for five years—nearly two thousand days and nights of knowing each other, loving each other, and sharing our lives. In the beginning, we had truly loved each other.But after she became involved with Charles, all that remained for me was endless pain. I'd been trapped at the bottom of an abyss, desperately reaching for anything that might give me a foothold and pull me back to my feet. I thought Eleanor could be that foothold, so I poured every ounce of strength I had into holding on to her. Instead, she only dragged me deeper into the mud.By the time I finall

No one was on the second floor. I scanned the area carefully, making sure it was safe before continuing up to the third floor. The moment I reached the top, something hanging in a distant corner caught my eye. The moonlight was hazy, and I couldn't risk turning on my flashlight without drawing attention to myself, so after a moment's hesitation, I cautiously made my way toward it. When I was about ten feet away, I finally realized what was hanging there—a person, to be exact, a corpse.Blood covered his entire body, and both arms hung limply above him, twisted at unnatural angles as if there were no bones left in them. I tilted my head, trying to make out his face in the dim light.Then the moon slipped out from behind the clouds, bathing the warehouse in pale light. And that's when I recognized him. He was the undercover operative I'd planted inside Eleanor's company."Shit!"The unease I'd been feeling exploded into outright panic. I spun around and sprinted for the stairs, b