The Crematorium of a Twisted Romance

Xie Yan met someone wonderful on a blind date.

The other woman was well-read, sensible, thoughtful, and gentle, and came from a wealthy family.

The next day, Xie Yan ended up in bed with her date's younger sister...

The beautiful woman propped up her chin and looked at her, kissing her thin lips. Her eyes were red at the corners as she gazed tearfully at the trembling, flustered Xie Yan. "I'm... sorry... You don't have to take responsibility. I'll just treat it as a secret between me and my future sister-in-law..."

Even though Fu Zhaoli was her blind date's younger sister, even though she and Fu Zhaoli had a one-night stand, and even though everyone warned her that Fu Zhaoli wasn't what she seemed, the other woman clung to her and timidly called her "wife"... So Xie Yan resolutely chose to take responsibility and went with Fu Zhaoli to Las Vegas to get married.

That night, Xie Yan nestled in her wife's arms, watching fireworks in the sky and listening to her wife's tender, honeyed words. She felt she'd found the gentlest goddess on a winter night.

But after they married, Fu Zhaoli was as aloof as an immortal, cold toward her and forbidding her from socializing, forcing her to stay at home.

Xie Yan only loved her more and tried harder to please her, even doing all sorts of ridiculous things. All she got in return were her wife's disdainful, icy looks.

Fu Zhaoli said, "You're not the wife I wanted. You're getting annoying, and I'm starting to regret this. Can't you just stay quietly at home...?"

The one time her heart truly broke, Xie Yan got into a car accident. She simply pretended to have amnesia, saying she'd completely forgotten Fu Zhaoli.

Fu Zhaoli took her home, shut the door, and began weaving new lies for her, molding her into the perfect wife she wanted.

In Fu Zhaoli's eyes, Xie Yan saw a false, feigned madness. There was no remorse in them at all.

Fu Zhaoli was a complete psychopath, a pathological liar... Their one-night stand hadn't been a case of two willing women swept up by alcohol, either. She'd only wanted to keep Xie Yan locked up.

Watching Xie Yan struggle in pain, Fu Zhaoli merely said haughtily, "I just thought you'd be fun to keep around. Why are you running away and making a fuss?"

At last, Xie Yan's heart turned to ash.

From then on, she vanished without a trace.

/

It was true. Fu Zhaoli thought she'd never loved Xie Yan. She'd only thought she was suitable, and found her fun.

Later...

Everyone knew that Fu Zhaoli went mad searching for her wife.

Fu Zhaoli finally understood that Xie Yan was her medicine, a painkiller that filled the emptiness inside her.

She loved her to the bone.

/

The aloof-looking woman knelt humbly in front of Xie Yan, trembling and weeping as she clutched Xie Yan's clothes. "Wife, I was wrong. I really was... Please don't say you don't know me. I'll never hurt you again... Don't love someone else."

But Xie Yan could no longer see her. She turned away sharply.

A cold, twisted, psychologically unstable yandere woman x a warm, resilient, sunny woman overflowing with love

Psychopath x painkiller

#The powerful woman who controlled everything from on high breaks her knees and kneels before me to beg forgiveness#

[Mostly, I just want to write about a sick, unhinged psychopath kneeling in tears and anguish, repenting while desperately trying to win back her wife...]

P.S. This is the author's unhinged work. I love psychopaths and wives, so I threw them together and stir-fried them. There may be lots of trigger points, and it's pretty wild, so read with caution...

Theme: Sigh.