The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 301: Investigation report

Remo sat in his office, the usual calm that surrounded him shattered by the tumultuous storm raging in his mind. He had barely touched his drink, the ice melting slowly in the glass as he stared at the wall, lost in thought. The last few days had been a whirlwind—Abby had been more intense than ever, her moods swinging wildly from loving to possessive, almost desperate. He had been able to brush it off at first, thinking it was just the stress of everything they had been through. But now, as he waited for Tony to arrive with the findings from his investigation, a gnawing feeling of dread settled in his stomach.

The door opened quietly, and Tony stepped in, his expression grim. He held a thick file in his hand, and the weight of whatever was inside it seemed to drag down the room’s atmosphere. Remo looked up, meeting Tony’s eyes, and saw the concern and hesitation there. Tony had been with him for years, had seen and dealt with things most men couldn’t stomach, but this—whatever he had found—was different.

"Boss," Tony began, his voice low and serious. He walked over to Remo’s desk, placing the file down with a heavy thud. "I’ve got the information you asked for."

Remo nodded, not trusting himself to speak just yet. He reached for the file, his hand steady despite the turmoil inside. He had asked Tony to investigate Abby, to look into her past, especially her medical history. It was something he had never imagined he would do—invading her privacy in this way—but the doubt and unease had grown too strong to ignore.

As he opened the file, the first thing that caught his eye was the name of a facility: Meadowbrook Psychiatric Institute. His heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat began to form on the back of his neck. He flipped through the pages, scanning the dates, the notes, the diagnoses. With each word he read, the ground beneath him seemed to crumble a little more.

"Abigail Falcone," Tony began, filling in the silence, "was admitted to Meadowbrook Psychiatric Institute at the age of eighteen. She was diagnosed with severe borderline personality disorder, along with signs of psychopathy and obsessive-compulsive tendencies. The records indicate that she was... unstable, to say the least."

Remo felt his breath catch in his throat as Tony continued. He had expected something, but this—this was far beyond anything he could have imagined.

"She was there for two years, Remo," Tony said, his tone grave. "During that time, she exhibited extreme behavior—self-harm, violent outbursts, manipulation of other patients and staff. The doctors’ notes say she had a tendency to fixate on certain individuals, forming intense, unhealthy attachments. They tried different treatments—medication, therapy—but nothing seemed to work long-term. She would get better for a while, then relapse into even more dangerous behavior."

Tony paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Eventually, they decided she was stable enough to be released, but only under strict supervision. They prescribed heavy doses of medication and recommended ongoing therapy, but... it seems she stopped the treatment not long after she was released. There’s no record of her continuing therapy, either."

Remo’s hands clenched around the edge of the file, his knuckles white. He forced himself to keep reading, his eyes scanning over the notes, the reports, the descriptions of Abby’s time in the facility. The more he read, the more his mind began to reel, memories of her erratic behavior flashing before his eyes—her sudden mood swings, the way she sometimes seemed to stare through him with an intensity that was almost frightening, the possessiveness that had only grown stronger with time.

He had brushed it off, chalked it up to the stress of their situation, the danger they were constantly in. But now, with the truth laid out before him, he realized how blind he had been. All the signs had been there, right in front of him, and he had ignored them. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

"There’s more," Tony said quietly, interrupting Remo’s thoughts. "There’s an incident that the doctors were particularly concerned about, something that happened during her time at Meadowbrook. She became fixated on one of the male nurses—believed he was in love with her, despite his constant rejection. When he tried to transfer to another ward to get away from her, she... she attacked him, Remo. Almost killed him."

Remo felt a cold shiver run down his spine. "What happened to him?"

"He survived, but barely," Tony replied. "She used a piece of broken glass, similar to what you described when she called you the other day, claiming she had stepped on it. The doctors decided not to press charges, considering her mental state, but it was the final straw that led them to keep her in solitary confinement for several months. I think you were her next victim. The letters about you were probably received during her confinement."

Remo sat back in his chair, the file slipping from his hands onto the desk. He felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, his mind struggling to process everything he had just learned. Abby—his Abby—was more dangerous, more unstable than he had ever imagined. And she had hidden it from him, all this time. Or maybe he had simply refused to see it.

His mind raced back to all the moments he had brushed off as quirks, as harmless eccentricities. The way she would sometimes look at him, a strange glint in her eyes that made him uneasy; the way she had been so possessive, so desperate for his attention, almost as if she couldn’t bear the thought of him being away from her for too long. The way she had reacted when she thought someone was trying to take him away from her—so angry, so unhinged.

And yet, despite everything he had just learned, despite the fear that now gripped his heart, Remo couldn’t deny one thing: he loved her. It was twisted, irrational, maybe even dangerous, but he loved her. He had fallen for her, hard and fast, and now he was in too deep to just walk away.

But what did that mean for their future? Could he really stay with her, knowing the truth? Could he keep her safe, keep everyone else safe? The thought of leaving her, of abandoning her after everything they had been through, was almost too painful to bear. But the alternative—staying with her, knowing what she was capable of—was terrifying.

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