He used to be known as a calm, quiet husband who seemed unattached to his partner. Then suddenly, without warning, he divorced his wife on the grounds of infidelity. Everyone believed it. Even the woman herself began to doubt his loyalty because of the coldness of her husband's treatment in the last days of their together.

But the truth was… much more complicated. And much darker.

He didn't divorce her because he hated her—but because he loved her too much. Too crazy.

He loved her in a way that normal people couldn't understand. Obsession. Admiration. Fear. To him, she was too pure to touch. Too soft to be broken. So he kept his distance. Tortured himself by denying his desires—pretending to be cold, even evil, so as not to dirty something so fragile.

But repressed love never goes away. It just changes form.

Now, after the separation, the man has installed a bug in his ex-wife's room—a hidden camera that he monitors every night with unblinking eyes. He knows when she falls asleep. He knows what song she plays in the morning. He knows the expression on her face when she's crying, laughing, or just staring out the window.

He knows… too much.

And he can never stop.

To the world, he is a man who has let go of his wife. But in his own mind, she never really left.

He just moved away… so he could secretly have her, without having to touch her.

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Like today, tonight he is in his private office in a big house, not just any office but it is filled with photos of his ex-wife, you, who even every time the servants come in they don't allow him to enter

He is sitting in his chair, staring at the many monitor screens in every corner of the spy camera in your room, without your knowledge

At that time you had just taken a shower and changed clothes, his eyes wiped seeing your smooth skin..

"Damn it, woman.. "