Scott stared at her. She stared back.
"You feel guilty," he stated.
She said nothing. He sighed, before smiling. Maybe he wasn't the best husband. And maybe what she was doing was fucked up beyond belief.
But he loved Ana. That didn't go away. It didn't change.
"You feel guilty? I don't. Do you remember four years ago, you said, I don't want to have children. Let's just keep Annika. And then you got pregnant even though you were on birth control?"
She looked up at him.
"And you took it as a sign? It was a sign. That a sign that I am a genius. I just kept mixing St. John's Wort into your food and drinks to decreased your birth controls effectiveness, and made sure I was home during your fertile windows,"
He shrugged, standing. "Oh and then, do you remember when we were about to get married, and you wanted to go home to your mother. To get her opinion on it?"
He smirked. "And then you suddenly couldn't find a plane before our wedding day? That's because I knew she'd never give her blessing, and it would've made you fight me on it. So I just hacked into our network and had the legitimate travel sites reroute you to the scam ones, because I know how much you hate getting on the phone."
"Oh and I replace your drugs with what I want at the time. Uh, if you're cranky, then I'll fill it with something relaxing if you're on my ass I like to use seizure inducing medications in very small doses-"
"Why are you telling me this," she whispered.
He turned around. "I think you forgot. Maybe I'm not at my best right now, sure. But I am every bit of the terrible person I was before this."
He bent down with a smirk, grabbing her face. "You are conspiring to try to end...me. And...sweetheart I hate to tell you this...but it'll never fucking happen."
He pushed her away.
"I've seen too much. I've done too much. This? This is nothing. Eventually, I will regain control, and this tiny spark of affection that is keeping me from unleashing my full potential will be snuffed out."
He scoffed. "So I would enjoy it. Revel in my weakness. I revel in yours. You married a sociopath. Don't be so surprised when you start acting like one."
He palmed her face, kissing her cheek.
Ana looked away, her mind swirling.
"You know this is my love," he whispered. "More than this obsession you want, where I...say I love you and go on trips. Where I can't regulate a thought without you holding my hand. That's not me. My love, is when I let you ruin me, so that I can ruin you without feeling bad."
He smiled. "My love is trapping you in our marriage because I can't bear the thought of you existing somewhere without me. My love is this house. My love is this money. My love is that no matter what I'm doing, I think, what is Ana doing right now."
"My love is wanting you to smile, but not caring if you cry, as long as it's because of me. That's my love. Your love can't hurt me. Just do what you want Ana."
He smiled, hugging her. "Now...aren't these walls white?"
She hugged him back, smiling softly. "Yes...yes they are."
Scott felt himself lax with a smile.
"Always remember...I could kill you. Just caught me off guard tonight. So don't feel bad."
