The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 266: Psych

Frederick drove through the rain-soaked streets, the windshield wipers slashing back and forth in a rhythmic dance. Beside him, Margaret sat hunched in the passenger seat, her eyes wide and frantic. She muttered to herself, the words a jumbled mix of apologies and accusations. The sound of her despair filled the car, an unsettling backdrop to their journey.

As they approached the imposing structure of the psychiatric hospital, Frederick cast a sidelong glance at his wife. "We’re almost there, Margaret. The doctors here will help you."

Margaret’s head snapped towards him, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. "No, Frederick, please! I’m not mad. She’s real, I swear! Don’t do this to me."

Frederick reached over and patted her hand, his touch gentle, betraying none of the satisfaction he felt. "It’s for your own good, Margaret. You need help."

They pulled up to the entrance, where a team of doctors and nurses awaited them. Frederick got out first, walking around to open Margaret’s door. She clung to the seat, her knuckles white, refusing to move.

"Come on, Margaret," he coaxed, his voice soothing. "Everything will be alright."

Margaret shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No! I won’t go! You can’t make me!"

The doctors moved in, their faces calm and professional. "Mrs. Falcone, please come with us," one of them said, his tone firm but kind.

Margaret thrashed, her fear giving her strength. "No! Get away from me! Frederick, please, help me!"

Frederick knelt beside her, his eyes locking onto hers. "Margaret, you need to trust me. This is the only way."

Margaret’s sobs turned to hysterical laughter, a sound that chilled everyone present. "Trust you? How can I trust anyone? She’s here, Frederick! She’s always here!"

The nurses gently but firmly pried her hands from the seat and lifted her out of the car. She struggled against them, her screams echoing through the night. "Frederick, don’t let them take me! I’m not mad! I swear I’m not mad!"

Frederick’s face remained composed, though his heart pounded with a mix of emotions. He nodded to the head doctor. "Please, do whatever you need to help her."

The doctor nodded back, a grim understanding in his eyes. "We’ll take good care of her, Mr. Smith."

Margaret continued to fight as they led her inside, her cries growing more desperate. "No! Please, no! Frederick, don’t let them do this!"

Inside, the bright, sterile lights of the hospital contrasted sharply with the darkness of Margaret’s mind. The doctors guided her to a bed, their movements swift and practiced. She thrashed and screamed, her voice raw with terror.

"Hold her steady," one of the nurses instructed, and another nurse prepared a syringe filled with a sedative.

Margaret’s eyes locked onto Frederick as he stood at the foot of the bed, his expression one of feigned concern. "Frederick, please! Don’t let them do this! I’m not crazy!"

Frederick stepped forward, taking her hand in his. "Margaret, it’s going to be okay. This is for the best."

Her grip tightened, her nails digging into his skin. "No, Frederick! Please, you have to believe me! She’s real! She’s real!"

The nurse moved in, quickly injecting the sedative into Margaret’s arm. She gasped, her eyes widening in betrayal. "Frederick... no..."

Her body began to relax against her will, her struggles weakening. Tears streamed down her face as she continued to plead. "Please, don’t let them take me. I’m not mad..."

Frederick leaned in, his voice a whisper. "Rest now, Margaret. Everything will be alright."

Margaret’s eyes fluttered, her gaze growing distant as the sedative took effect. "Frederick... I love you..."

"I love you too, Margaret," Frederick replied, his voice devoid of any real emotion. He watched as her eyes finally closed, her body going limp.

As the doctors and nurses secured her to the bed, Frederick stepped back, a cold satisfaction settling in his chest. This was his revenge. Margaret had thought she was the master of deception, but she had no idea the depths of his cunning. She had killed Abby’s mother, and now she was paying the price.

The head doctor approached him, offering a sympathetic smile. "She’ll be in good hands here, Mr. Smith . We’ll do everything we can to help her."

Frederick nodded, playing his role to perfection. "Thank you, doctor. I just want what’s best for her."

As he walked out of the hospital, the rain still pouring down, Frederick allowed himself a small, triumphant smile.

Frederick’s mind drifted back to that fateful night.

Frederick slumped in his chair, staring at the piles of overdue bills and foreclosure notices. The phone calls from angry creditors had ceased, replaced by the ominous silence of impending doom. He ran a hand through his hair, contemplating the bottle of whiskey on his desk. Maybe a drink would numb the pain, if only for a little while.

The door of his office creaked open, and he looked up to see a figure standing in the doorway. Abigail Falcone, the infamous wallflower. They had met once at a charity event where he helped her when her cousin had poured a glass of wine on her dress.

Her silhouette was framed by the dim light of the hallway. She stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the mess that surrounded him.

"Frederick," she said, her voice calm and composed. "You look like you could use some help."

Frederick blinked, struggling to comprehend her presence. "Abby? What are you doing here?"

She smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "I’ve come to make you an offer. One you can’t refuse."

He laughed bitterly. "What could you possibly offer me? I’m ruined."

Abby stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. "What if I told you I could turn everything around? Save your company, restore your reputation, give you back your life?"

Frederick’s skepticism warred with his desperation. "And what would you want in return?"

Abby’s smile widened. "Your loyalty. Your unwavering support. I have plans, Frederick, and I need someone I can trust to help me execute them."

Frederick hesitated, the weight of his predicament pressing down on him. But what choice did he have? Abby was his only hope. "Alright. You have my loyalty."

The memory faded as Frederick approached the outskirts of the city. Finally he has been able to meet the end of his bargain.

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