Everything I did to have you

He doesn’t know I watched him for years. Not from afar. Not casually. Obsession isn’t casual. I was fourteen the first time I saw him. He was eighteen, beautiful, untouchable, everything I decided I needed. So I made a plan. I befriended his brother. I won his mother’s trust. I moved into his orbit so seamlessly, he never questioned it. Now, I’m his wife. He calls it fate. He tells people we were meant to be. But he doesn’t know the truth was designed. He doesn’t know about the notes. The maps. The screenshots. The years of silence, waiting, stalking, perfecting the version of me he would fall in love with. But secrets don’t stay buried forever. And the deeper you bury a lie, the louder it screams when it surfaces. Because he just found my old phone. And the man I stalked for a decade… Is now stalking me. Was it ever love, or just revenge in disguise?