Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 45. Stalking or not.

Chapter 45: 45. Stalking or not.

She was a married woman and I was losing my mind over the fact that she was no longer appearing in my dreams. Some would have thought it was for the best, that I would finally move on from the mysterious woman I’ve been meeting in my dreams, but no.

I could not.

With every passing day, I found my yearning for her growing stronger and stronger especially since I knew she was very much real and alive.

Eventually, I could not stop myself.

It all started out slowly to be honest. The first steps were finding everything I could find about her online. There was nothing much. She had no social media life, she had various social media accounts, but they were dormant.

Then I went searching for articles and news about her as the CEO of gold group and there was little to no information about her. All the internet talked about was the life of her grandfather and the loss of her parents.

When it came to Champagne, the internet was useless.

My growing desire to know about her, to see her, to touch her was reaching a maddening point. I wanted to know anything. I just wanted anything about the woman called Champagne and yet there was nothing! Apart from the fact that she was CEO and lost her parents at a young age, there was nothing!

And I think that’s where the madness really began.

Some might call it stalking, but is it stalking when the person being watched doesn’t know they are being watched? Is it stalking when I really don’t mean any harm, I just wanted to see her?

Of course not.

I just followed her around.

Without her knowing it.

For the first time in over twelve years, I entered a church, why, you might ask. Just to catch a glimpse of Champagne. I had someone bring me every single detail on her

What she ate, what she wore, places she frequented, even down to the kind of books she read. I knew it all and I used that to my favor.

Church was one of the places she frequently visited. Never missed a Sunday according to my source. And so I began going to church again. Funny how mom and dad had been trying for years to make me go and yet a woman I was yet to speak with was pulling me into the church without her even realizing it.

I didn’t know Mary went to the same church, and she almost caught me one time, but I was able to escape her sight in time.

It was rather funny to me, when I realized Mary knew the woman I’d been going crazy for, for almost a year and the half. Really funny.

She worked in the children department and it was separated from the main church. I didn’t get to see her until after the service was over.

The first time I saw her in real life, she was pacifying a little boy, he was the size of the twins at that time.

And she was beautiful.

Her voice... That voice that I’ve longed to hear for months, it was more than I had imagined. It was smooth and refined like molten silver. She never smiled in those dreams, but she was smiling to that little boy.

That smile was bright, so bright that I wished I could just save it in a bottle, just the way it was.

She was perfect.

Beyond perfect.

She was everything I had ever conjured in my mind and more.

But she was married.

She belonged to someone else.

The scum of a bitch!

It didn’t take long for my jealousy toward her husband to grow to a point where I had to know everything about him too. What made such a remarkable woman choose him? He wasn’t that good looking.

And when I had them look into him too, it didn’t take long for his adulterous nature to come to light.

Damn I was angered.

I was vexed beyond reason.

To think the bastard would cheat on such a rare specimen. Such an Enigma of a woman! To think he would cheat on her with that bitch that looks like a low budget fake Barbie doll.

For weeks I thought of how to make him pay. Should I cause him to lose everything he has? Should I make him lose the function of that thing between his legs that has caused him to lose the function of his brain?

Or should I just shove his adultery into pagne’s face and make her see him for who he really was.

I thought about it over and over. I hated that she was in the arms of a man who didn’t value her. I hated that she was spending her nights with him. I hated it all!

I kept following her around. The coffee shop she visited every morning, the pastry shop she always had a quick lunch and the comic book shop she stopped by before going home.

She never noticed me. At some point, I wanted her to notice me, but she didn’t.

At some point, Alan had caught on to my madness. He could only wonder why I was obsessing over a married woman. He had tried to talk me out of it, saying I wasn’t acting normal.

What did acting normal mean? I had long forgotten what normal meant.

I didn’t tell Alan about the dreams, it would have only increased his doubt of my mental state. All he knew was I was obsessed with someone else’s wife.

I will make her mine. I remember telling him once. One way or another, I will erase him from her side and make her mine.

At some point, I knew Alan was worried for me. So worried that he threatened to bring mom and dad into the matter if I continued acting crazy.

However, what could I do? I couldn’t stop myself.

I was in a business meeting when I got news that her grandfather had passed away. I could already picture how devastated she must have been.

I couldn’t stop myself from rushing out of the meeting room.

But Alan had reminded me... I was nothing to her. She didn’t know me. In fact she would walk past me if she saw me. My feelings were one sided, she probably had never heard of my name before. So how would she feel if a stranger appeared from nowhere and was trying to comfort her?

In the end, I could do nothing but watch her from a distance.

At the old man’s wake, and at his funeral, I could only watch her tears fall, and unlike my dreams where I could at least wipe those tears off her face, I could do nothing in real life.

I always wondered why she was always in tears in those dreams, and after seeing her life I could imagine the pains she was going through.

Lost father and mother when she was just so little, her aunt did not hide her hate for her. Her cousin was trash who treated her like she was beneath her feet. Her husband was an even bigger trash than the rest.

She was living a miserable life even though she was trying her best to have a good life.

I wanted to bring her out of that misery so desperately.

Her grandfather’s death was the last straw for me. I could not sit back and watch her suffer anymore. I wanted her beside me. Away from that wretched scum of a bitch.

So I asked my private investigator to once again get me all the evidence of Rowan Fletcher’s adultery. I was going to present them to her and I knew she would hate me for it but I had the hope that with time she would come to understand I did it for her.

However, it seemed things were working for my favor without me even knowing it.

"I don’t know how I missed such a detail before, but they are no longer married. Their divorce was finalized over three months ago." said the private investigator. "However, I don’t think she knows about it. Either that, or she is still living with him even after their divorce. But why would a divorced couple still be living together?"

From what I had witnessed, it was clear that Champagne fletcher did not know about the fact that she was no longer a fletcher.

I still remember that night clearly.

"Why did you make me come here? I don’t even drink." Alan had complained.

"Because I’m going to drink, so you can drive me home."

"You have stocks of drink in your house, you didn’t have to come all the way out here for a drink." He had hissed.

"Tell me the truth, you came here because it’s close to that woman’s house, right? You’re really losing your mind, you know? She doesn’t even know you and—" he had suddenly paused, his eyes were looking toward a certain direction, and when I tried to look, he abruptly pulled my head back to face him.

"It’s nothing. I thought I saw something." He was lying. I could tell. So I turned, and I saw someone standing by the doorside, looking completely out of place with her heels in her hands.

It was her... Champagne.

The woman of my dreams.

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