His Mad Delusions

The moment Anise clicked send, she lowered herself into the bathtub filled with water.

The foam turned into bubbles that popped all around her, just like the unrequited love she had harbored for Arthur these years.

The next day, she went to work as usual.

To her surprise, pictures of her returning home drenched in the rain had somehow been posted online and gone viral overnight.

“Imagine streaking when you’re as flat-chested as she is! I wouldn't even glance at her if she walked past me! This woman was so desperate to get famous, she would do anything as long as it meant garnering her attention!”

“I don’t think she’s trying to get attention. She looks too haggard for that. If anything, she looks more like a homewrecker who got put in her place! She had it coming anyway. What kind of shameless woman would try to insert herself between a couple? I wish she had been run over by a car!”

Anise felt terrible upon reading all the malicious comments directed at her, but there was nothing she could do about them.

She was only worried that her mother would see the scandalous pictures. She ended up spending the entire afternoon refreshing her feed and reporting every post she could see.

The subject had become quite sensational, and just when someone was about to dox the person in the picture, everything was suddenly taken down. All had been removed from the trending page, while every picture and video was wiped out of the platform.

Anise did not know what had happened, but it did manage to calm her down.

With that, she turned her attention back to work as if nothing had happened. When she grabbed a document to bring to Arthur for his signature, she found Clarice angrily interrogating him.

“You had the posts removed from the trending page, didn't you? You’re the only one who could pull it off! Why did you do it? Do you have feelings for her?”

Anise was taken aback. She did not expect Arthur to be the one behind it.

He frowned faintly and cast a rather wry look at Clarice.

“Yes, I was the one who took them down, but it's not what you think it is. She's my secretary, and if people found out she was the one in the picture, it would tank the company's stock price. Clarice, I promise I have no feelings for her, and you’re the only one I love, please believe me.”

Clarice was about to press the issue further when Arthur pulled her into his arms and silenced her protests with a kiss.

Clarice tried to squirm away at first, but gradually succumbed to his power. He was a great kisser, after all.

Soon, her breath quickened.

Anise watched the entire thing unfold from outside the door and began to turn cold.

So this was what Arthur looked like when kissing someone he loves…

His long, slender fingers began to run through Clarice’s hair while he gently pulled her deeper into his embrace. His eyes were brazen with love and a powerful desire to claim her.

For the last three years, Anise had done all kinds of intimate things with Arthur, save for kissing.

She should have known a long time ago that it was because Arthur did not love her.

A sharp pain pierced through her heart. Just as she was about to leave, a coffee cup was violently flung at her.

She stumbled backward from the sudden attack and ended up falling over. The cup had smashed against her forehead and drawn blood.

While she put her hand over the wound, she heard Clarice screaming at her.

“How long have you been spying on us outside? Are you some kind of perverted voyeur?”

Anise dropped her eyes shamefully and tried to explain she was only trying to deliver a document, but her voice had turned mute.

Meanwhile, Clarice strutted over and raised her heels in the air before stomping on Anise's hand, which was grasping the document. She then proceeded to grind the pointy heel against the back of her hand several times.

“Argh!”

The papers were crushed while the back of her hand was gouged by the sharp point of the heel, revealing the flesh underneath.

While she was shaking uncontrollably in pain, Clarice grabbed Arthur's hand and began to complain again.

“Look at her! She’s a liar and can't even do her job properly! She even ruined the documents! Would you fire her already?”

The look in Arthur's eyes sharpened. After a brief silence, he finally spoke up in a low timbre.

“I can’t fire her yet. She has several high-priority business deals to follow up on at the moment.”

Clarice eyed him suspiciously and began to voice her displeasure.

“Do you mean to say you can’t do it or you simply don’t want to?”