Obsession Escaping My Ex Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I do. But this is not mine. I mean Look at the flavour. I don't like that." "Why are you explaining it to me??" "Because I don't want you to think like that about me.." "Think like what??" "Like I was here for this purpose. Trust me I am not thinking anything like that." I was lying. I didn't have any intentions for her but after getting so close to her a few times I realized that she was making me obsessed with her and I had to stay away. This wasn't good. We had to get a divorce and I can't force her to stay with me. Not when I am not even sure about my feelings.

"You’re Tessa Caldwell, right? The scammer’s kid." Tessa shivered. She tried to make herself small, holding the sheet tightly against her chest, fingers turning white. "Please leave," she said quietly, but firmly. The man didn’t move. He stood there, staring, disgust and curiosity mixed in his expression, like he was observing a rare animal at a circus. "You’re your boss’s ex-wife, right? The one he used to throw Robert in jail," he said with a sneer, glancing down at the sheet. "And now you’re his little prostitute? A secret that makes everyone in this house act weird, huh?"

Why can’t anything ever go my way? Why do I always lose just when I think I’ve won? And why the fuck is the man I’m supposed to marry standing in front of her suite, arguing with her boyfriend over his right to see her? A cold chill runs through me as I take in the scene — the tension in his shoulders, the desperate edge in his voice. This isn’t just some unresolved ex drama. This is obsession. And I’m the idiot who thought I could change him. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I force my voice to be steady, light, like my heart isn’t sinking straight into my stomach.

“You’re in love with her. This is why you can’t stop thinking about her.” I shook my head, a smirk stretched on my lips. Mrs. Theresa’s words were ridiculous and probably the funniest I’ve heard in a while. “That’s not love, Mrs. Theresa.” I rose up on my feet, sliding my hands into my suit pocket. “What is it then?” She craned her neck up at me, trying to search for the expression shown on my face while I answered her question. “That's obsession. A mad, crazy obsession.” I smirked and strode towards the door, but stopped once I held the door’s knob. “I will be returning to New Jersey, Mrs. Theresa. Congratulations, you’re free from a psychopath who doesn’t feel emotions.”

Back then, I was tempted to tear him a new one before blocking him for good. However, a fallout was the last thing I needed. In the end, I strung him along while keeping him at arm’s length. I planned to ghost him until Camden got fed up and dumped me. To my surprise, he became obsessed with the idea of meeting me in person. It was perfect timing on Cassie’s part to take him off my hands. The serene smile on my face rubbed Cassie the wrong way as her jabs weren’t getting anywhere. Just then, her phone rang, and it was Camden calling.

He stood beside his car, suit rumpled, hands shaking as he replayed the moment Susan collapsed, her face pale, lips swelling, the terror in her eyes when her lungs betrayed her. He hadn’t known. But that excuse rang hollow even to him now. How do you stay married to someone for 3 years and not know that they are allergic to peonies. His phone buzzed. It was an unknown Number. He answered without thinking. “You will not contact her again.” The voice on the other end was calm, controlled, dangerous. “Adrian,” Julian said hoarsely. “This call is a courtesy,” Adrian replied. “Nothing more.” “I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

He seemed frustrated. "What happened?"I asked him. He looked at me and walked towards me. My whole body began to tremble in fear. His Obsessed behavior is back. I took a step back as he continued to walk toward me. His dominating presence is killing me. I stumbled on the dining table. He put his hands around me possessively. "Get A-Away.."I said, stuttering. After a few moments which made me feel he has a heart, I don't want him to be like this anymore

I said, throwing the phone away as I pushed Cane away so I could run into the bathroom and cry my eyes out. “Don't tell me you want to cry for that bastard? I have been here for you and you want to break all the happiness you have been able to get since you left him! You know you are hurting me and you should know that! What does he have that I don't? I would protect and love you in ways that is called obsession. Yes. I'm fucking obsessed with you and you know that,” he said, panting hard as he had turned us with my back on the bed with his huge toned body hovering above me.

"Because sometimes when you talk about her, or when her name comes up... it feels like you’re still hung up on her. You don’t speak of her like a woman who is no longer in your life. You speak like you want more. I know you said you were obsessed with her, but I want to know if you still are…” I went still. For the first time in months, I didn’t have an excuse on the tip of my tongue. I looked at Sasha, really looked at her. And I realized I didn’t want to lie to her. She was just sitting there, looking up at me with expectant eyes, and I needed to tell her the truth. "I was obsessed with her," I admitted, my voice slightly above a whisper. "For a long time, it felt like winning her back was

It's the third year since my wife, Joyce Sinclair, cheated on me. I spread her intimate photos with her male assistant, Bryan Long, on the internet. Then, I doused myself in gasoline and threatened to drag everyone down to hell with me. Bryan's so scared that he flees the city that very night. I think I've won. However, to settle my lawsuit and cover the damages, my older sister, Rachel Lovett, sells her house and takes out high-interest loans. In the end, the burden becomes too much for her, and she jumps from a high-rise building. Her voice is hoarse in the recording she leaves me. "That's enough, Ray. We've lost everything. Mom and Dad have aged overnight, and I can't take it anymor