The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 208: I love him

Chapter 208: I love him

As Harrison stared at the intimate photos spread on his desk, a pang of irony pierced through the tumult of emotions swirling within him.

He had never once suspected his wife of straying, let alone with someone so much younger.

The realization hit him like a sucker punch to the gut, leaving him feeling hollow and disillusioned. How could he, of all people, be blindsided by his wife’s infidelity? Had he been so consumed by his own desires that he failed to see the signs, the cracks in their marriage?

Harrison’s anger simmered beneath the surface, fueled by a sense of injustice and wounded pride. Yes, he had engaged in extramarital affairs himself, but it hurts seeing her so happy with someone else. The hypocrisy of it all stung him deeply, intensifying the fury that churned within him.

As he surveyed the damning evidence before him, Harrison couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal that pierced his heart like a dagger. How could she have been so careless, so reckless with their marriage? The thought of her in the arms of another man, especially someone much younger, ignited a firestorm of rage within him.

The door opened and his wife walked in, her voice breaking the silence. "Honey, what’s wrong?" she asked, her concern evident in her tone.

Without a word, Harrison reached for the photos scattered across his desk and flung them towards her. His heart pounded with a mixture of anger and betrayal as he watched her pale face register the truth of her infidelity.

She picked up the photos, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at the damning evidence before her. The air crackled with tension as Harrison’s gaze bore into her, his jaw clenched with barely contained fury.

"I don’t care what you do in the shadows," Harrison’s voice was low and menacing, each word dripping with venom. "But if you dare to disgrace me after all we have done, I will kill you with my bare hands."

Harrison’s wife’s chuckle cut through the tension in the room like a knife, her words dripping with defiance and bitterness. His jaw clenched even tighter at her retort, her accusation hitting him like a punch to the gut.

"Kill me?" she continued, her voice laced with a venomous edge. "Harrison, if I’m dying, I will pull you to hell with me."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their truth. Harrison felt a surge of anger rising within him, his hands curling into fists at his sides. How dare she throw his own words back at him, as if her betrayal was somehow justified?

But before he could respond, she pressed on, her voice filled with accusation. "Don’t you think you’re being a hypocrite?" she challenged. "You parade yourself around with anything in a skirt, but I can’t have a man? Do you know how lonely I have been? When was the last time you touched me?"

Harrison’s glare hardened as his wife’s words cut through the air like a knife. "That doesn’t give you the right to go and sleep around!" he retorted, his voice edged with frustration and anger.

But his wife scoffed at his words, her defiance unyielding. "Please – I can do whatever I want," she shot back, her tone dripping with disdain.

The tension in the room thickened as Harrison struggled to contain his fury. How could she be so callous, so dismissive of their marriage vows?

"Go and break it off with that imbecile if you know what’s good for you—" Harrison began, his voice rising with frustration.

But his wife cut him off, her declaration hanging heavily in the air. "I won’t! I’m not leaving him alone. I love him."

"Love? Did you just say you love him?" Harrison’s chuckle dripped with bitter irony as he rose from his chair, his strides purposeful as he closed the distance between them.

His wife took a hesitant step back, fear etched across her face as she realized the gravity of the situation.

As Harrison’s hand closed around her neck, a flicker of panic flashed in her eyes, her breath catching in her throat. But defiance still lingered in her gaze, a stubborn spark amidst the fear.

"I dare you to say it once—" Harrison’s voice was low, a dangerous edge creeping into his tone as he stared her down, his grip tightening slightly.

As Harrison’s grip tightened around his wife’s neck, a tremor ran through her body, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Her eyes darted frantically, searching for a way to escape the suffocating pressure of his hand.

With every ounce of her being, she fought against the constriction, her voice a mere whisper as she struggled to form the words. Each syllable felt like a battle against the tightening grip, her throat constricted by fear and desperation.

"I..." Her voice wavered, choked by the pressure against her windpipe. Beads of sweat formed on her brow as she gasped for air, her chest heaving with the effort.

But despite the suffocating grip around her neck, she summoned the courage to speak the words, her voice trembling.

"I—love—him."

Harrison’s heart sank as his wife struggled to utter the words, her confession hanging heavily in the air.

But before he could process her admission, his hand lashed out instinctively, striking her across the face with a resounding slap.

The sound echoed in the room, mingling with the stunned silence that followed. His wife’s eyes widened in fear, her hand instinctively flying to her cheek where a red mark was already beginning to form.

Guilt gnawed at Harrison’s insides as he stared at his trembling hands, the weight of his actions settling heavily upon him. He had never laid a hand on her before, not in all the years they had been together. Yet now, in a moment of rage and hurt, he had broken that sacred trust.

"I—" Harrison began, his voice catching in his throat as he struggled to find the words to apologize, to explain. But before he could say anything, his wife bolted from the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway.