The Ex Who Became His Obsession Novels & Stories

When I walked into the kitchen and saw her crying, something weird happened inside me. My chest actually tightened. It was a physical, painful reaction. I didn't care about Marcus Vale's pathetic ex-wife. I didn't care about anyone's ex-wife. But seeing her so broken triggered something I didn't even know was hiding in my system. It was this primal, violent need to stand in front of her and block out the entire world. I wanted to track down Marcus and permanently rearrange his teeth. I wanted to burn his entire mansion to the ground. Marcus Vale was a complete joke. A weak man playing dress-up in his daddy's suits.

Every muscle in my body tensed at the memory. “There wasn’t any love in her voice, no regret not even anger.” I slowly shook my head. “I realized something in that moment that I wasn’t standing in front of the woman I married anymore.” I sighed “Instead it was someone who couldn’t accept being left behind.” “And somehow…” “That frightened me more than anything she’d said before.” My mother’s expression darkened. “I was afraid you’d eventually realize that.” She folded her hands together. “Because obsession is far more dangerous than love.”

“You’re mine now. There’s no way I’m letting you leave. Not after thirty days. Not ever. Ever since the first time I saw you dancing in that club with that mask on, I’ve been completely fixated on you. You’ve taken over my thoughts. My dreams. My fucking soul. I can’t go more than a few minutes without thinking about you, about your body, your voice, the way you looked when you came on my cock.” I stared at him, heart racing wildly. “You can say all of this… but do you even like me? Like, actually like me as a person? Or am I just some obsession you want to sate?” His expression softened for just a fraction of a second, but the raw obsession in his eyes never dimmed.

Even he didn't know where he was. Shehryaar killed him then and there, not being able to hold up the rage within him. He was the reason he and his wife separated. That built up rage made Shehryaar kill Wali with his own hands. But to this date, all he ever came to know was that she was last seen at a bus terminal. Where that bus dropped her. Nobody knew. Obsession ran in his blood. Prior, his obsession was with his work. Until she came in his life, and his whole life revolved around him. And when she was gone, it became his obsession to find her.

Not like now, where I can’t replay his images of him in my head. I walk out the door not forgetting to delete my Reddit account. It's better to forget it all. I'm driving home but those words still echo in my mind. “Never get obsessed again, son. Don’t get caught.” Aunt Sarah had made sure she ingrained those words into my head and those very words have been my mantra for years. I should take a step back, because, holy fuck, this whole obsession thing is new. I didn’t know I could be this hyperfixated on a person until it becomes a noose that’s getting tighter around my throat with each passing day.

And maybe finally love me for who I am. And as for that guy... that bastard Jamison, I don’t even wanna think about him. But something tells me no, screams at me that something’s just not right with him. The way he looked at her, the way he tried to kiss her cheek... what kind of ex even does that? He’s obsessed. I know it. And I swear, I won’t let him near her again. I walked into my office and of course, there she was. Britney. The girl from the mall. The desperate one with the boyfriend. I wasn’t even surprised. This girl had zero shame. After our one-night stand, she kept crawling back practically begging me for more.

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

I would break down his walls. “So beautiful.” He whispered. “I’m obsessed with you…since the second my eyes fell on your photo.” I felt different like I’d been…reborn; like a pheonix that rose from ashes, I was rising too. I was his obsession. I was his. His lioness. His queen. His wife. He owned me. My light to his darkness. He was a monster, a beast, but he was my beast. He was my King and I was his Queen. ***

His left hand spontaneously grabbed the device. “Yes?” “Is Ae Ri right there?” Xander turned his gaze to Qeiza’s room. “No, she isn’t,” he answered. “What’s wro—” His question was interrupted by the sound of ‘Tuts’ from the other line, indicating that Ansel had just ended his phone call. “It seemed that he started being crazy about his ex-wife,” Xander mocked, the corner of his lips curved up in cynical expression. Driving through the road at low speed, Ansel’s eyes turned wild to sweep the side of the road he drove through.

Susan swallowed hard. “I saw you with her,” she said, forcing the words out. “I just want to know why.” That was when his expression changed. Anger flared suddenly, violently, as though her presence alone was an offense. “Why?” he repeated. “You really want to ask me why?” He took a step closer, his voice rising, no longer caring who heard. “Look at yourself.” Her breath caught. “After you gave birth, you completely let yourself go,” he continued cruelly. “Fat. Bloated. You stopped caring how you looked. Do you expect me to stay faithful to that?”