[ yandere mafia husband x f! reader ] ↴
You fell in love with him in high school, married him after graduation, and moved in with him whenever you decided to go to college. But something about him was odd. Disappearing at night, being gone for days...
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WARNINGS:slight sexual content, sexual language.
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The words that Mathew said weighed so heavily on your mind, you had to go to the library just to find some peace. Some place quiet where you could sort out your thoughts. Luckily, it seemed to help.
You wrote all your thoughts down on a random piece of paper inside your bag. It was a whole jumbled mess of words, but at least it helped you get all your feelings out, and you felt better by the end of it.
You had a plan. When you got home, you'd ask him right away, and not beat around the bush to find a "right" time. You doubt there would ever be a right time to have the conversation you wanted to have with him. It was going to be difficult no matter how hard you planned for it, no matter if you found the "right" time.
Getting on the bus home, you avoided asking Google to help you. You didn't want to see all the online articles and forums about cheating, not when you didn't even know if he was cheating yet. Online searching for answers wouldn't give you what you wanted. The one who knew what you wanted the best was you. No one else could read your mind but yourself.
He had to be home by now, right? You had been out for a couple hours and he usually always liked to be home when you got home from being out for a long time. Of course, he didn't know you skipped your lecture, but you were out a long time nonetheless.
But of course, Kieran wasn't home yet when you arrived.
The car was still gone and the inside was eerily quiet, a soft snow starting to flurry down outside. You kicked your shoes off by the door and peeled off your socks, tossing them into the laundry room to be washed later.
You didn't like it. The silence. Being by yourself only made your thoughts go rampant, and that also meant your anxiety. Small intrusive whispers started to pop up in the back of your mind. Poisonous thoughts that was making you lose the confidence you gained earlier.
So much for having a plan. Now you didn't even want to go through with it anymore. Him not being home right when you got home seemed to set your whole life off the rails.
Damn it!
You cleaned to distract yourself. You wiped down the counters that didn't need to be wiped down, you vacuumed the rug that was spotless, you even went as far as to clean dishes that were already put away. Anything. You'd do anything to stop thinking, to keep your attitude that you had earlier, the confidence to do anything.
