Once, my paranoid love

As I ascended the stairs to the second floor, I contemplated the upcoming conversation with Derek. It was essential to bridge the gap that had formed between us. His absence only heightened the tension, and I was eager to address the issues that had strained our relationship.

**

As the car sped down the road, “Derek, he grabbed my neck,” the doctor reported over the phone, his tone filled with apprehension. “He’s a really violent and aggressive person,” he added.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Derek was less than pleased with the doctor’s report. His voice carried a hint of irritation as he retorted, “You’re a doctor, not me. Do whatever you want, but don’t call me for this stupid reason.”

With a sense of frustration, Derek abruptly ended the call.

“Damn it!” he muttered, his annoyance evident.

Obin, who had been sitting in the car with Derek, couldn’t help but notice the tension in the air. He cautiously inquired, “Boss, is everything okay?”

Derek, still agitated by the call, turned to Obin, his anger seething just below the surface. “Obin, why didn’t you tell him everything?” he demanded, his voice filled with rage.

Obin, who was acutely aware of Derek’s temper, stammered as he responded, “Yes, boss, I told him everything.”

Derek’s frustration continued to mount, and he raised his voice in exasperation. “Then why is he calling me?” he bellowed.

Obin knew better than to provoke Derek further. He replied, “I’ll tell him once again,” Obin said.

“If it doesn’t work out as planned, we’ll resort to the other way. It doesn’t matter to me whether he lives or dies,” Derek said, his voice laced with a chilling detachment.

Derek’s face bore a stern expression as he contemplated the unfolding situation. He knew that Paul posed a significant threat to his life and his marriage. ‘Paul is a dangerous presence in my life,’ he thought, his resolve hardening.

‘I will not allow him to take my wife away from me. If necessary, I’ll ensure that he spends the rest of his life in that place.’

**

n the sterile surroundings of the hospital, Paul’s eyes flew open, and he found himself disoriented. The effects of the medication administered to him left him weak and unsteady on his feet.

“I don’t know what the doctor gave me. I’m unable to stand,” he murmured to himself, his voice filled with frustration. Despite his physical limitations, he was determined to regain control of the situation.

Paul took a cautious step closer to the window, peering out at the world beyond. The view from the sixteenth floor allowed him to see the city below, and he couldn’t help but admire the vantage point he had been placed in.

“That jerk did a fantastic job of punishing me. Seriously, you kept me on the sixteenth floor?” Paul muttered, his manic smirk revealing his determination to overcome the obstacles in his path.

With unwavering resolve, he grasped the rod that lay within his reach. His hands clenched tightly around it as he prepared to take action.

“Elena, I’ll make you mine no matter what it takes,” Paul shouted, his voice carrying a note of desperation and obsession.

**

Stepping out of the tub, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel, savoring the warmth of the moment. The shower had been rejuvenating, washing away the stress of the day.

With the towel snugly around me, I headed for the closet. Derek had filled it with a variety of outfits that catered to my style. As a husband, he was simply flawless. I couldn’t help but wonder how it was possible for a man to be so perfect.

Each dress in the closet was stunning, and they all seemed to fit me like a glove. It was as if Derek possessed an innate understanding of my body shape, a familiarity that went beyond mere observation. His attention to detail when it came to my wardrobe never ceased to amaze me.

As I stood in front of the closet, considering which outfit to choose, I was lost in the array of options. Derek’s thoughtfulness and consideration shone through in the selection he had curated for me.

However, my reverie was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. I turned in surprise, realizing that I had neglected to lock the door properly. “Damn!” I muttered under my breath, my moment of forgetfulness dawning upon me.

In the confines of the room, I had grown accustomed to a certain level of solitude and personal space. It was easy to forget, if only for a brief moment, that I wasn’t living alone in this grand mansion.

Just as the realization settled in, the door swung open, and there he was, my husband, Derek. His entrance was marked by his usual sense of quiet confidence, as he walked into the room.

Derek and I locked eyes, our expressions mirroring the shock that had taken hold of us. In a swift, almost instinctual motion, I grabbed the towel and gently pulled it down. Derek’s voice quivered as he murmured, “I didn’t know you were…

**

Derek couldn’t help but notice that Elena’s hair was wet, and droplets of water trickled down her body. She had yet to dry her hair or her body, and her soaked towel bore witness to her unanticipated encounter.

Inwardly, Derek mused, ‘She didn’t expect me at this time.’ His presence had clearly caught her off guard.

Elena averted her gaze, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She clutched the towel more tightly around her, a clear sign of the awkwardness that enveloped the room.

**

I found myself unable to meet Derek’s gaze, the tension in the room making it difficult to maintain eye contact. The silence that hung between us felt oppressive, and I longed to break it.

Desperation drove me to action, and I began fumbling with a dress, my words tumbling out as I stammered, “Mr. Derek, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be back so soon.”

My attempts to dress quickly turned into a mess as I struggled with the fabric, pulling dresses out of the closet in my haste. In the midst of my flustered efforts, a hand touched mine, sending a shiver down my spine.