Husband

Ch.6: Cry Me A River (part 3 FINAL)

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[WARNING]: This book will contain mature themes such as: Violence, Disturbing Imagery, Sexual content, extremely unacceptable behavior expressed by the antagonist, kidnapping, Dark, uncomfortable and disgusting topics, etcetera. Not suitable for readers under 18. A 'Yandere' should never be sought out in real life as they are incredibly toxic, dangerous and abusive. I do not condone the actions and/or the ideals of 'yanderes', this is purely fictional and should never be emulated in reality.

[WARNING/TRIGGER WARNING (TW)]: This chapter contains depictions of severe gaslighting and manipulation.
This is Horror, not romance.

The antagonist (the 'yandere') is supposed to be unsettling and immoral (abusive), I do not condone his ways.

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You cried noisily in the bathroom. You left the tap on so that it would drown your sobbing. It didn't go as planned.

Husband stood outside, leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms. It breaks his heart to see... hear you like this, but it has to be done. He is convinced that he's doing all of these for your safety.

He closed his eyes and waited. Face distorting in discomfort every time you wailed or sniffled.

Eventually, your excessive sobs did simmer down to mere whimpers and hiccups.

He is contemplating whether to knock on door and offer you consolation or not.

In the end, he became soft and gave in. Husband gently knocked on the door three times. You went completely quiet.

"Is everything okay in there?" He asked sweetly.

"...yes." Your voice was muffled by the door.

"I love you, do you know that?" He continued, letting his blond hair cover his eyes.

"Uh..." Meanwhile, you're experiencing something strange in the bathroom. The background isn't what it really is anymore, it turned into an office that you didn't really recognize. You looked at yourself in the mirror and saw 'her' (you) wearing something semi-formal. 'She's' also having red, puffy eyes. There were fresh injuries all over her body.

"(Y/n)?" Husband's present voice blended in with Husband in your active hallucination. "Why are you crying, dear child?" Just like the previous one, you couldn't see Husband anywhere.

"Oh, fuck." You whispered under your breath, quietly. "Which one is the real one...?" You brought your hands to your head in distress.

"...(y/n)? Is everything... okay?" You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You don't know what is happening.

"Are you crying because I scolded you for being too reckless?" Was Husband's voice from your suppressed memories? Or is this reality?

"Yes...?" Your eyes dart everywhere.

"May I come in?"

"May I sit next to you?"

Now the two identical voices are overlapping. Your lower lip trembled and your legs turned to jelly.

"I... uh." The woman in the mirror looked frazzled.