Cerita Pendek Pathological Romance & Novel Devotion

The day my husband left the country on a business trip with his assistant, I learned—by sheer accident—that his archenemy was plotting revenge overseas. Without a second thought, I raced to the airport and stopped him from boarding the plane. But his assistant went ahead, alone. And over there, she was killed brutally. Not a trace of her remains was ever found. When my husband received the news, he fell apart. Wracked with guilt, eaten alive by remorse, he spiraled into a relentless, violent mania. In the past three years, I'd been in and out of hospitals more times than I could count because of him. And this time, he pushed me so far—I lost our child. Then I overheard a conversation between him and his secretary. "Sir, Casey is still alive. Why keep pretending you're sick? Aren't you afraid your wife will find out and leave you?" "Leave me? What right does she have to be angry?" He laughed coldly. "If she hadn't stopped me from going abroad, Casey would've never been lured away by that bastard. Everything Linda's suffering now—she brought it on herself."

My wife has an emotional breakdown after being violated. She insists I'm the one who orchestrated it, but both our parents know her true love is the actual culprit. Still, they don't object to her insane retaliation. They even have me locked up in a prison abroad. As I'm tormented, she sells my company to help her true love get away scot-free. Ultimately, he's set free, but I die without even having a final resting place. When a judge informs her to collect my body, she sneers and says, "I've had enough of this nonsense. Does he think he can get away with a fake corpse? I won't even bat an eye if his body is flushed down the drain! He's nothing but a disgusting criminal!" Later, she realizes that I've truly died. She's delighted, but her laughter soon turns to tears as she holds my corpse.

I grew up starved for affection. So when I started dating an insanely controlling boyfriend, I acted scared, resistant, and constantly on edge. But secretly? I loved every second of it. He made me report where I was at all times. Checking my phone was routine. Deleting people from my contacts was practically a habit. Other people would’ve found it suffocating. All I felt was loved. But lately, he’d changed. His instant replies turned into hours of waiting. He used to check up on me three times a day. Then it became once every three days. Eventually, he stopped checking altogether. I felt disappointed. And hurt. Then one day, I suddenly heard his thoughts. [She’s too obedient. It’s boring.] [She wasn’t like this before. She’s getting more and more boring.] I stared blankly at my phone. The screen lit up. A message had just come in from my first love. The dangerously possessive one who had always been completely obsessed with me. 'Baby, I’m back.'