Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 267

“It’s disturbing,” Celeste agreed. But it would explain the intensity of his fixation. Childhood obsessions, especially unrequited ones, can become incredibly powerful when they’re allowed to fester for decades.”

Did she ever mention knowing anyone named Alexander?” I asked. Maybe a friend’s younger brother, or a neighbor s son?”

Celeste frowned, thinking hard. “You know… there was something

remember mother mentioning a boy who lived nearby. She felt sorry for him because his

parents were never around. She used to give him cookies sometimes, let him play in our garden. Her expression grew troubled. “But I can’t remember his

name:

My heart sank. “So she was kind to him. A lonely eleven-year-old boy, and she showed him maternal affection…”

“Which he probably misinterpreted as something romantic,” Celeste finished. “Children that age don’t always understand the difference between maternal

care and romantic love, especially if they’re neglected at home.”

“But you said our parents fought a lot-”

“They did fight,” Celeste interrupted. “But not because mother was unfaithful. It was because our father was impossibly controlling. He monitored her phone

calls her mail. He’d get angry if she was even a few minutes late coming home from the grocery store.” She came back to the sofa, sitting beside me. “I

remember her crying sometimes, saying she felt like a prisoner in her own home.”

My chest tightened. “So the fights were about his control, not about another man?”

“Exactly. Our father was paranoid and possessive. He accused her of things she never did, suspected her of betrayals that existed only in his mind.” Celeste’s voice grew sad. “I remember one terribie fight where he was screaming about some imaginary affair, and mother just broke down crying, begging him to

trust her, to believe that she loved only him.”

“Then Alexander’s obsession was completely one-sided,’ I said, feeling sick. “A lonely child’s fantasy that he’s spent twenty-four years nurturing and building

into something twisted.

“And when you showed up, looking exactly like her…” Celeste said quietly.

“He saw his chance to have what he’d fantasized about since he was eleven years old,” I finished. “A chance to possess the woman he’d been obsessed with

for over two decades.

I thought about Alexander’s intense need to control every aspect of my life, his possessive love that had always felt suffocating rather than romantic. “That’s why he’s so obsessed with protecting me, with keeping me close. I’m not just a replacement for her-I’m the fulfillment of a childhood obsession that’s had

over twenty years to grow into something monstrous.”

“It would explain everything,” Celeste said quietly. “The way he appeared in your life like a savior, the way he’s controlled your narrative, made himself indispensable to you. He’s been living out a fantasy that started when he was eleven years old.”

I stood up abruptly, feeling sick. “But the DNA test. He had Lila tested. If there’s no blood relation…”

‘Did you see the actual results? Or did he just tell you what they said?’

I realized with growing horror that I had never seen the actual DNA report. Alexander had simply told me the results, just like he’d told me everything else

about my life.

‘I took hair samples to an independent lab,” I said, my voice shaking. “Mine, Lila’s, and Alexander’s. I need to know the truth about who her father really is.”

1/2

1:00 pm P PP

Chapter 267

Coleste

te came to stand beside me. What will you do when you get the results?”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify