Chapter 1

My lover suffers from delusional disorder.

He imagines me as his enemy, his nemesis, the person he hates the most.

Day after day, I play along with his delusion.

Until one day, I can't pretend anymore.

I've been diagnosed with cancer.

When I returned home, the room was dark.

I put down my bag, took off my shoes, and slowly felt my way along the wall.

The moment I touched the switch, a plate flew towards me.

I tilted my head and dodged it.

The lights came on.

The man standing on the stairs looked at me expressionlessly.

"So you remember to come back."

"..."

I smiled and walked towards him.

I reached out and hugged him.

"Can you stop acting like a resentful housewife, Lucas?"

He had a faint floral scent, the one I had chosen. I thought it might neutralize the coldness he emitted.

But it didn't. His eyes still looked at me with disgust.