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1000 Ways to Kill My Cheating Husband: The Schizophrenia Romance

Till death do us part.

She takes that as gospel, etched into her soul. Not a promise but a command. A law. A binding truth she whispers like a prayer in the dead of night.

Elizabeth doesn’t understand love, not the fragile, conditional kind that mortals speak of. But adoration? That, she knows intimately. She adores her husband with a devotion so fierce it borders on worship. She drinks in the sight of him like he’s the last drop of water in a dying world.

He is hers, only hers. His laughter, his touch, his thoughts, even the breaths he takes while he sleeps beside her. She burns for him, her desire as endless as the oceans and as consuming as fire.

And if another woman dares to look at him, if their gaze lingers a second too long, if they think they can taste even a crumb of what is hers, she will end it. She will end them. She will end him.

Because what is hers stays hers. Forever.

But here’s the twist: Phil would never betray her. Never. He loves her.

But you don’t know that. You, the voices in her head, have seen the way he smiles at strangers. You’ve seen the late nights, the private phone calls, the scent of something unfamiliar that clings to him when he walks through the door. You feed her obsession. You feed her madness.

And she feeds you right back.

Because Elizabeth isn’t just a woman. She’s an empire. An heiress to unimaginable wealth, a daughter of power, the queen of a kingdom she can burn down with a snap of her fingers. This world bends to her will, even in her insanity. And her husband? He is bound to her by law, by blood, by destiny.

Phil doesn’t know it yet, but he belongs to her. His kind eyes, his gentle hands, his foolish heart every inch of him is hers to adore, to love, to destroy.

Phil’s job is simple: keep her sane or die trying.

But here’s the cruel joke, he’s not just her psychiatrist. He’s in love with her. Stupidly, desperately, recklessly in love.

And if he’s not careful, he might just die in love with her.

1000 WAYS TO KILL MY CHEATING HUSBAND: THE SCHIZOPHRENIA ROMANCE

Detective Miles sat across from Elizabeth in the dimly lit interrogation room, his notepad resting on the table. He studied her carefully.

The woman's dark, emotionless eyes seemed to pierce through him, as though she were the one conducting the interrogation.

Feeling uneasy under her gaze, he cleared his throat and leaned forward. "Mrs. Goodman, where were you during the events at your wedding earlier?"

Elizabeth crossed her legs slowly, the fabric of her rare, limited-edition Chanel suit catching the faint light.

The tailored black blazer, adorned with gold embossed buttons, hugged her figure perfectly, exuding sophistication.

Beneath it, her crimson silk blouse added a sharp edge to her powerful presence.

"It's my wedding, officer." Her tone was calm, almost bored. "Where do you think I was?"

Detective Miles resisted the urge to sigh. "We understand, but several witnesses claim you were the last person to speak with Melody Brent before her... fall." He paused, glancing at her for a reaction.

Elizabeth tilted her head, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Claim? That means there's no proof, doesn't it? Speculation isn't evidence, officer."

She leaned back in her chair, her confidence palpable. "You seem a bit lacking. I might make a better detective than you."

Miles frowned. "Witnesses can be unreliable, but they often reveal patterns. Were you and Melody close?"

She stood suddenly, her movements deliberate. "Close? Hardly. We were acquaintances at best. Melody and I rarely spoke, and I had no reason to harm her." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "Perhaps you should ask someone else, like my husband."

The mention of her husband seemed to shift something in her demeanor.

She walked around the table and perched on its edge, now leaning slightly toward Miles.

The gesture was casual, but her piercing gaze suggested control.

"Officer," she said, her voice dropping to a softer, almost intimate tone. "You may touch anything... but not my husband." Her lips curled into a chilling smile, and Miles felt the hairs on his neck rise.

"You're free to interview him, of course." Her tone brightened suddenly. "Just kidding."

Miles blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in her demeanor.

It felt like he'd just witnessed two entirely different personalities in the span of a few seconds.

"Well," he said, clearing his throat and straightening his posture, "thank you for your time, Mrs. Goodman. We'll contact you if we have any further questions."

Elizabeth rose gracefully, brushing invisible lint off her suit. "Please do," she said, her voice dripping with mock sincerity.

She turned on her heel and strode toward the door, her heels clicking confidently against the tiled floor.

Outside, her chauffeur opened the door to her Rolls-Royce, and she slid into the plush leather seat.

"So much drama for one wedding," she mused, smirking as the car glided away from the station.

My Man