Hateful obsession

Chapter 25

To one of my most active reader. Happy birthday, it's just already October 13 for me, boktok_life_13. Thank you for all your comments. Love them.😉❤️

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Melissa
"Night of Lanterns."

6 years later...

As I stood in front of the mirror, I found myself lost in thought. The question of whether words or actions held more significance had plagued me since we stepped out of the shower and he left for work.

Roman had always been a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes-or so I believed. He protected me from others, helped me become who I wanted to be, took care of things without me even asking, and was always there when I needed him the most. But could these actions ever compare to the power of spoken love?

And yes, maybe my body was worshiped every day, but I wasn't sure if any of that affected my soul. Did any of it mean something to him too, or was it just me overthinking everything? Stop. I desperately needed a moment to rewind. I sank into the chair that still held Roman's scent. Let's remember how it all began.

So, my beloved psychopath of a husband, at that time some crazy bastard, gave my mother an ultimatum-either me or we needed to come up with a million somehow. Of course, my mother didn't choose my side.

Then I came to him, sprawled across the table, and decided to show my stance where no one could control me. The result: I had my first orgasm from Roman. Honestly, I didn't mind.

A little later, or rather two weeks later, I got married, we had a honeymoon, and I drowned in passion. But in all these months, there wasn't anything like I'd imagined from a dangerous man like Roman Kirillov.

He protects me. He takes care of me. Oh my god, this man even learned how to make chicken soup from Natasha when I caught a cold. Tell me, who wouldn't fall in love? Yet even all this didn't make me think our marriage had changed because Roman never said anything.

Words have the power to convey deep emotions, to express what is hidden in the heart. But reflecting on it, I realized that actions often leave a stronger impression. How many times had I heard, "I love you," but felt an emptiness behind those words? It was the moments-the tender touches, the shared laughter-that filled me with warmth. In the end, maybe it wasn't about choosing between words or actions but recognizing how they intertwine, shaping relationships in their complex dance.

And even though I understand all of this so well, I still sit here knowing nothing because I so desperately want to hear those three words from him too. Yes, wonderful, now I've become one of those girls who need romance. And this is the same woman who was defending her rights just this morning. Looks like I've truly lost my mind and am in deep trouble. Or maybe, I'm just in love.

After my musings, I decided to shift my focus to the upcoming meeting with Roman. I rummaged through my wardrobe, my heart dancing in anticipation as I searched for the perfect outfit. I chose a soft, dark blue dress that highlighted my figure without being too revealing. And most importantly, it had long sleeves, as it was already the beginning of autumn.

Putting it on, I caught my reflection in the mirror again-I looked good. Nevertheless, doubt crept into my mind. Would Roman like my choice? Would he think I was trying too hard or not hard enough? I threw a light cardigan over my shoulders, hoping it would calm my nerves. Every time I glanced at the clock, my anxiety grew. This night felt different; it felt significant.

I glanced at my reflection again. What the hell is wrong with my brain? It was as if my subconscious decided to play with me again, and I actually heard two entirely different voices, one in each ear-Bad Me and Good Me.