All Chapters of ATTACHED WITH HER OBSESSION: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The next morning didn’t feel like a beginning.It felt like the aftermath of something already broken. It’s quiet, tense, heavy with decisions that could no longer be undone.I barely slept. Not because of nightmares, but because my mind refused to rest. Things are just too much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw headlines. Statements pending release. Aria standing alone in some sterile office, calm on the surface while the ground shifted beneath her.I think I'm having anxiety. I feel so anxious whenever I think about our situation.I got up before my alarm, showered without really registering the warmth of the water, and dressed in something simple. Neutral. Like armor disguised as normalcy.By nine a.m., I was seated across from Attorney Polino in his office.He was calm in the way experienced people are when chaos doesn’t belong to them personally. Papers were laid out neatly between us—my contract, highlighted and tabbed, every clause that once scared me now reduced to ink and c

“Will you be my girlfriend?”Her question echoed in my head like it was my favorite song. Her face flushed as she waited for me to answer.“Aria…” I stopped to process what she asked for the nth time.Her smile faded a bit, maybe thinking of the worst. I tilted my head and smiled sweetly at her.“Of course, yes.” I said.She closed her eyes in relief and laughed a bit. Then she leaned forward to hug me.“So we’re official now?” she asked, while still hugging me.I nodded and chuckled.“Should we post?” she said, teasing me.I pushed her jokingly and rolled my eyes at her.“Really? For what?” I said, acting like I was pissed at her teasing.She laughed and tried to hug me again but I stepped back, continuing to act.“Just so they’d stop the best friend rumors,” she reasoned.I shook my head and smirked at her, “Or you just want to flaunt that we’re officially together now.” I teased back.She chuckled and put her hands up, in defeat.“Okay, okay. You got me. I’m guilty,” she admitted.

She didn’t say anything after that. She just looked at me with that knowing smile—the one that made me feel like she’d already read a chapter of me I was still trying to understand myself. “Don’t look so proud,” I said, turning back to the chopping board. “I can’t help it,” she replied lightly. “You finally admitted it.” “I admitted something,” I corrected. “Not everything.” She laughed softly and leaned against the counter, watching me work like she had nowhere else to be. Like this moment—on a random evening, preparing dinner together—was exactly where she belonged. And somehow, that thrilled me more than anything else. “You know,” I said after a while, “I really thought you were just… cruel.” She raised an eyebrow. “Cruel?” “Yes. Cold. Intimidating. Like you enjoyed making people uncomfortable.” “I do,” she said easily. I turned to her. “See? That.” “But not everyone,” she added. “Just you.” “That’s not comforting.” She smiled. “It should be.” I shook

Our days began to take shape in ways I didn’t expect. Not grand, cinematic ways—but steady ones. The kind you only notice when you pause long enough to realize you’re no longer improvising every hour of your life. Mornings started with shared silence. Coffee brewing. Aria scanning through articles or notes on her tablet, already thinking three steps ahead, while I scrolled through emails that kept multiplying no matter how many I answered. Some were polite. Some were aggressive. Some tried too hard to sound casual while dangling opportunities they clearly wanted me to grab fast. Afternoons blurred into conversations and half-made plans. Evenings felt like grounding points—dinner, discussions, small routines we were unconsciously building. It was a life. New. Unsteady. But real. One afternoon, after declining another agency call, I finally dropped my phone onto the couch and let out a long breath. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said. Aria looked up from where she was sitting

People kept looking.Not staring aggressively—just curious glances. Whispered conversations. Subtle phone movements. The kind of attention that comes when your face becomes familiar to strangers.I noticed it.Aria didn’t.Or maybe she did and just didn’t care.Her hand stayed wrapped around mine like nothing else in the room existed.“You okay?” she asked quietly.I nodded. “Yeah. Just… adjusting.”She smiled softly. “You don’t have to perform for anyone.”“I know,” I said. “It’s just weird. Being visible.”She leaned in slightly. “Then look at me.”I did.The noise faded instantly.That was her gift. Turning chaos into quiet.We paid the bill and stood up together. As we walked toward the exit, a few people smiled politely. One girl whispered something to her friend and pointed discreetly at us. Another raised her phone and lowered it again when she saw Aria’s expression—not cold, not threatening, just unreadable.We stepped outside into the evening air, the city warm and alive arou