obsessed over you

chapter 6

Kira dragged herself home that night, her legs heavy with exhaustion. The weight of the day pressed on her, but for once, she let herself forget everything. No job. No worries. Just the promise of sleep. She fell into bed, cocooned by her blankets, and drifted off like a baby, lost in the blissful escape of dreams.

Meanwhile, Ethan stood in the kitchen, the faint scent of freshly cleaned surfaces still lingering in the air. His gaze swept over the immaculate counters, the spotless sink, and the neatly arranged utensils. A small smile played on his lips. "Crazy," he murmured to himself, shaking his head lightly. The image of her working late into the night lingered as he turned off the light and headed to his room. Moments later, he was in bed, surrendering to the pull of sleep.

Across the city, in a penthouse suite of a luxurious hotel, Evan lounged with a smirk tugging at his lips. The younger twin of Ethan was his exact replica, down to the sharp jawline and piercing eyes, but there was a recklessness about him that set them apart. Reclining on a plush leather couch, he exhaled a cloud of smoke from the cigarette between his fingers, his free hand lazily brushing over the thigh of the sultry brunette at his side.

The woman giggled softly, but Evan's attention was elsewhere. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the cigarette to the floor and crushed it underfoot before picking up his phone. Dialing a number, he leaned back, his tone dripping with nonchalance as he spoke.

"Mom," he began, the arrogance in his voice unmistakable. "I’m back in the country. I’ll be at the mansion tomorrow."

He ended the call before she could say much, a sly grin curving his lips. This was just the beginning of his plans, and he had no intention of playing it safe.

---

Here’s the scene in the third-person perspective:

---

Rebecca set her phone down on the bedside table and turned to her husband, Richard, who was lying beside her. She let out a soft sigh, her thoughts swirling. "Evan just called," she said, her voice low. "He said he's back and will be at the mansion tomorrow."

Richard, who had been half-asleep, stirred at her words. Turning to face her, he raised an eyebrow. "What do you think brought him back all of a sudden?"

Rebecca shrugged, her expression pensive. "I don't know," she murmured. "He left years ago after that fight with Ethan. You remember how bad it was. I wonder how the twins will react now... if they’re still on bad terms."

Richard reached out and pulled her into a gentle embrace. His voice was calm, reassuring. "Don’t worry about it, Rebecca. The twins have grown up now. They’ll overcome their differences. They’re going to be okay."

But even as he spoke, Rebecca couldn’t shake the feeling that Evan’s sudden return wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

---Here’s the detailed scene written in the third-person perspective:

---

Rebecca leaned into Richard’s warm embrace, his arms offering her a comfort she hadn’t felt in a long time. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a gentle light over their room, and for a moment, everything felt peaceful.

Just then, the faint buzz of her phone broke the silence. Rebecca stiffened ever so slightly, the sound pulling her back to reality. Richard noticed the vibration and glanced toward the nightstand. “Who’s that at this hour?” he asked, his voice casual, laced with curiosity but no suspicion.

Rebecca reached for her phone, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the name flashing on the screen. It was him—her lover. Her mind raced, but her face remained composed. With a practiced ease, she pressed the power button, switching off the device.

“It’s no one,” she said with a small smile, placing the phone face-down on the nightstand. “Probably just a notification or some spam call.” Her voice was light, dismissive, as though she truly didn’t care.

Richard didn’t press further, his trust in her unwavering. He pulled her closer, resting his chin on the top of her head. “You should put that thing on silent,” he murmured with a chuckle. “It’s always buzzing.”

Rebecca laughed softly, the sound masking the unease stirring within her. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the warmth of his embrace,

Here’s the detailed scene:

---

Evan leaned back on the plush couch, his cigarette burning low between his fingers. The brunette at his side trailed her fingers along his arm, but his mind was elsewhere. With a casual motion, he reached into his wallet, pulled out a wad of cash, and handed it to her.

"Time to go, sweetheart," he said, his voice smooth but indifferent.

The woman’s eyes flickered with mild disappointment, but she took the money without complaint. Leaning in, she pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, her red lipstick leaving a faint mark. “Call me,” she murmured, though they both knew he wouldn’t.

Evan smirked as she walked out the door, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Once the door shut behind her, his expression hardened. Tossing the cigarette into an ashtray, he reached for his phone and dialed a number.

The line clicked, and a voice answered on the other end. “Yes, Mr. Evan?”

“Any movement on my brother?” Evan asked, his tone low and laced with mischief. “Has he taken an interest in anyone?”

The voice hesitated for a moment before responding. “No, sir. No signs of anything like that. He’s just been meeting up with his friend Jason.”

Evan’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Good,” he said, leaning back again. “Keep watching. Let me know the moment something changes.”

“Yes, sir,” the voice replied before the call ended.

Evan stared at his phone for a moment, his mind calculating. “Let’s see how long you can keep playing the good guy, Ethan,” he murmured to himself, his smirk growing.

---

The next morning, Rebecca watched Richard leave for work, his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he went out the door. Her mind was already elsewhere, the weight of her secret pressing down on her chest. She had spent the night in his arms, pretending everything was fine, but the ache for her lover was undeniable. She glanced at the clock as it ticked away the seconds, knowing it was time.

Once the house was quiet, she quickly gathered her things, making sure to look presentable, even though her mind was racing. She stepped out of the house, the cool morning air biting at her skin. The drive was quick, and soon she found herself in front of his house—the one place that had always offered solace from the chaos of her life.

As she approached the door, it swung open before she could even knock. There he stood—her lover. His jaw was clenched, his face twisted in frustration. The sight of him sent a familiar thrill through her, but the tension was palpable.

“Where the hell have you been?” he snapped, his voice sharp and angry, his eyes dark with irritation. “Why haven’t you been picking up your phone?”

Rebecca hesitated for a moment, guilt and longing fighting for dominance. She stepped forward, her heels clicking softly on the floor as she closed the distance between them. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered into his chest, her voice trembling. “I’ve just… I haven’t been alone. Richard’s always around. I couldn’t…” Her words trailed off, her face pressing into the fabric of his shirt.

The man’s arms circled her, and for a brief moment, he held her close, his anger melting into something softer. He let out a quiet sigh, his fingers tracing through her hair.

“I missed you,” he murmured, the edge in his voice softening. He leaned down and kissed her, a light peck on her lips, almost as if testing the waters before pulling away just enough to look into her eyes.

Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted nothing more than to be with him, to shed the weight of her life and lose herself in his arms.

But then, his expression shifted again. There was a hint of something darker in his eyes. “Are you letting that man touch you?” His words were slow, deliberate, as if he needed to hear her say it.

Rebecca took a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly as she looked up at him. “You’re the one I love,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the rush of emotions inside her. “Not Richard. It’s always been you.”

The man’s face softened at her confession, but his eyes darkened once more. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers again, more urgently this time. When he pulled back, he gazed at her with a new intensity.

“Come with me,” he said suddenly, his voice thick with a sense of resolve. “To the Maldives. Next week. Just you and me. We’ll leave everything behind.”

Rebecca felt a shiver run through her at the idea. The thought of escaping to a beautiful place with him, away from all the lies, was tempting. But the reality of her situation pressed down on her. She swallowed hard, her mind racing with the weight of her responsibilities.

“I can’t,” she said reluctantly, shaking her head. “The twins are back, and they’re about to take their positions. I can’t just… leave.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but it held the finality of her decision.

He stared at her for a long moment, the disappointment flashing across his face. But then, he simply nodded, as if he understood. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle despite the tension between them.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said softly, as though reassuring himself as much as her. “But don’t take too long, Rebecca. You know where I’ll be.”

Rebecca nodded, feeling a pang of longing, but the reality of her life—her husband, her sons, her responsibilities—held her in place. For now, she was trapped between two worlds, neither of which seemed to offer a way out.

---

Ethan sat at his desk, papers scattered in front of him as his mind wandered. Work had always been his distraction, his escape from the suffocating guilt that weighed on him every day. Today, however, his heart wasn’t in it. His thoughts were consumed by Albert and the lingering burden of the past.

He picked up his phone, dialing the food service he always used. His stomach had been knotted for hours, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat much. He ordered something light, though he didn’t have much appetite. The silence of his apartment felt suffocating, and he longed for something to break it.

After the call, he sat back in his chair, staring at the window as the midday sun filtered through the blinds. He’d made up his mind. He was going to visit Albert’s mother today. She’d been on his mind for too long, her face never leaving him since the accident.

The car ride to the hospital was long and quiet, Ethan’s heart pounding in his chest with every mile. He knew he wasn’t welcome there, but he had to try. He had to see her, to apologize, to make amends in whatever way he could.

When he arrived, he walked into the hospital lobby with a sense of dread gnawing at his insides. The air felt heavy, like the weight of his past pressing down on him. He found his way to Albert’s room, but as he approached, he saw Albert’s father standing in the hallway, his arms crossed, his face a mask of anger and hurt.

Ethan stopped in his tracks. The man’s glare sent a chill down his spine, but he couldn’t turn back now. He approached slowly, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.

“I’m sorry,” Ethan said, his throat tight. “I know you hate me, but please… I need to apologize. I failed him, and I failed you. Please… forgive me.”

Albert’s father didn’t say a word. Instead, he stepped forward, his hand reaching out to push Ethan away, not with force but with a sharpness that was almost worse.

“You don’t belong here,” the man finally spat, his voice low and filled with years of unresolved pain. “Get out of my sight.”

Ethan’s knees buckled, and before he could stop himself, he dropped to the ground, kneeling in front of Albert’s father. “Please,” he begged, his voice shaking. “Please, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I was there… I tried, but I was too late. I don’t know how to fix this, but please… forgive me.”

Tears welled in Ethan’s eyes, but the man just shook his head, turning away. “Leave,” he ordered, his voice firm and final. “You’ve caused enough pain.”

As Ethan’s heart shattered in that moment, the door to the room opened slightly, and Albert’s mother, frail and struggling to speak, looked out. She was a shadow of the woman Ethan remembered, her face tired, her eyes weary. But there was something in her gaze—something that reached out to him.

“Please… forgive him,” she whispered weakly, her voice barely audible. She struggled to sit up, her breath labored as she spoke. “After all these years, Ethan, you need to hear it from me. I don’t blame you. It wasn’t your fault.”

Ethan’s breath caught in his throat as he looked up at her. His eyes filled with tears, the weight of her words breaking something inside him. He stood slowly, walking toward her as she reached out her frail hand.

“Come over here,” she said, her voice filled with compassion. “You’ve suffered enough. Don’t carry this burden anymore.”

Ethan knelt beside her, his heart pounding in his chest. She placed a trembling hand on his, and for the first time in years, he felt like he could breathe. It wasn’t forgiveness, not exactly, but it was something close.

He looked into her eyes, the deep sorrow in his own reflected there, and whispered, “Thank you.”

As he sat by her side, he realized that no amount of apologies could undo the past, but perhaps there was a way to move forward, even if it was just by accepting the forgiveness she was offering, little by little.