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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

Layla explained the upcoming project on the projector. "So far, our sales have experienced significant success and an increase across the various chain department stores."

Elizabeth tapped her pen on a notebook, staring at the statistics on her copy. "I think a collaboration with Kylie Cosmetics will help us boost our company's image even further and make us an even bigger brand than we are currently."

"With the new nude sexy set of lipsticks, I'm sure half the population of adult women will love this brand. It's soft, very comfortable on the lips, doesn't stick, lasts 48 hours with no smearing, and smells divine," Layla continued explaining.

All the board members were nervous. It was never a good sign when Elizabeth was silent.

"Good... very good," she finally said, and all of them released a breath they didn't know they had been holding.

The boardroom, encased in sleek, floor-to-ceiling glass walls, let in a flood of natural light, illuminating the polished mahogany table and luxurious leather chairs.

The modern design, with its minimalist decor and high-tech equipment, exuded wealth and power, yet the glaring sunlight only served to irritate Elizabeth further.

She cleared her throat. "...Only... why is the statistic on the sale of Lavender Shade No. 3 lipstick wrong?"

They all flipped their pages frantically, and Elizabeth could smell a metaphorical dead rat. The stench of deceit was so strong it gave her a headache.

"Someone tampered with the sales report. I know because I personally monitored the sales last week, and we were short of the maximum level of sales we were supposed to reach."

Her lips twitched. "Yet, someone has falsified the results."

"What? Is no one going to speak up?" she snapped, then stood up abruptly.

"Fine. I'll find the rat myself." Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she walked out, heading straight to the sales team's office.

They didn't notice her at first, they were too busy.

An intern ran over to the Head of Sales, handing him a cup of coffee. "Hey Lacy, can you help us with this report?" a staff member called, dropping a folder into her hands.

"Mine too," another chimed in, dumping another folder onto the growing pile.

"Mine too," yet another added, soon leaving the intern's arms overflowing with reports.

"Yes, and please get everyone lunch. Thank you," the Head of Sales added dismissively.

Elizabeth scoffed, the sound of her heels echoing as she stepped into the room. She plucked a folder from the pile in the intern's hands.

"How about mine, Lacy? Will you take my folders too?"

As soon as they noticed her, all the employees shot to their feet in alarm. Elizabeth laughed coldly.

"What? I thought we were promoting workplace bullying," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She sat down on a chair, fixing the Head of Sales with a steely glare. "Go on, bully her. I dare you."

A rat