Finally, she was discharged.
Phil stood before her, his blue eyes calculating and cold, lips pressed into a hard line. His thick brown eyebrows furrowed in a deep, concerning expression.
If she hadn't caught the faint flicker of care in his gaze, she might have thought he was unhappy about her release.
"Did you miss me, husband?" she asked as he crouched to slip on her Louboutin heels.
He looked up, his face unreadable. "Very much."
She blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. It was oddly comforting, though she couldn't admit it.
"Congratulations on getting discharged," he said plainly, rising to his full height.
She frowned, smoothing her silk royal blue Vera Wang dress in front of the mirror. "What? Is there a sniper waiting outside to put a bullet in my skull, Phil? Because you're being too nice to me, and it's suspicious."
Phil towered over her, his gaze steady. "Can't I be nice to my wife?"
She snorted, adjusting the high neckline of her dress. "You don't want me, Phil."
His eyes softened, a depth of emotion swirling within them that she couldn't quite face. "I do."
Her smile was forced, bitter around the edges. "No one wants a madwoman."
Phil's blue eyes deepened, like the endless ocean she had always loved, and sometimes wanted to drown in.
"I want you," he said softly, "in insanity and madness."
That damn sweet mouth of his, it was the reason she had no soul left to give.
"Stop buttering me up, Phil," she muttered, turning away. "Just drive me home already."
She tried to maneuver past him, but his arms wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her back.
"Dearest wife," he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. He inhaled deeply, his lips grazing her skin. "I want you... madly."
Her heart raced, and she blinked rapidly, trying to suppress the blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Phil, someone could walk in," she whispered, her voice betraying her resolve.
"So?" he shrugged, pressing a soft kiss to her neck.
She gasped, wriggling out of his hold. "And I'm the crazy one?"
He laughed, unbothered, and pulled her into his arms again. "I'm just glad you're okay, my wife."
His voice was soft, and it sent a tremor through her heart.
This was why she couldn't stop being obsessed with him.
Only he treated her like she was normal.
Phil was her sanity.