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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

His eyes zeroed in between her legs before he forced himself to look away, clearing his throat.

He needed to remind himself, she wasn't in her right mind. She was prone to impulsive, unpredictable actions, and this was just another game to her.

But she could see the hesitation in his eyes, the inner battle he fought. Her lips curled into a sly smile. "What's the matter, husband? Is it so hard to fuck your wife?"

She shifted, kneeling on the loveseat, then turned on all fours. The short robe she wore slid up just enough to reveal the curve of her round ass.

His newly contracted wife was hot. Super hot.

He reminded himself of the reasons he'd agreed to it. To save his hospital. To salvage her parents' crumbling business and their spotless reputation.

It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, nothing more.

And yet, here he was, losing his grip.

Everything had been going according to plan.

The hospital was undergoing renovations to meet the highest standards, attracting high-profile patients from all over.

The investments her family had poured in had been a godsend.

But his wife… his insanely gorgeous wife… she was complicating things.

Two years ago, when her parents had approached him for help, he hadn't expected the woman they described as "difficult" and "mentally unstable" to be a walking temptation.

The first time she'd walked into his office, wearing a tight mini-skirt and a dress shirt that hugged her curves, he'd had to fight to keep the session professional.

Two years. That's how long he'd been her psychiatrist, the longest anyone had lasted. Most quit within a week.

When her parents started arranging potential matches for her, he'd felt an unexpected pang of jealousy.

What right did he have to feel jealous? He was a failing psychiatrist with a hospital barely scraping by.

He wasn't good enough for her, or anyone else, for that matter.

But then, to his utter disbelief, she'd chosen him.

Out of all the men her parents had paraded before her, she'd chosen him.

She'd said he was the only one she'd ever felt attached to, the only one she could imagine being with.

He'd leapt at the opportunity, not just to save his hospital, but because…

He was madly, hopelessly in love with her.

But to her, he was just another page in her chaotic, unpredictable story.

And as he stood there, trying to resist her provocative pose, he couldn't help but wonder how many chapters he had left before she turned the page.

Between her legs (Husband)