The System Gave Me A Yandere Husband

Chapter 18: Don’t Make The Tea Wait

Esme spent three days completely locked in the estate. The huge estate had finally become gilded prison for her. But Eveyr didn’t just stop at that.

Whenever she tried to open a window for fresh air, a shadow guard would appear from somewhere and gently close it. When she walked through the corridors, she could feel Eveyr’s magic following her.

Her body was healthy now. As Eveyr’s whole attention was on her. But the new mechanics of the game were starving her in a different way now. Instead of her health draining, it was her points. With nothing to trigger him, her points barely increased.

[Daily Summary: Target is Pacified.]

[Points Earned: +5]

[Current Balance: 2285 Points.]

Esme sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through the system store to find something that could help her in this situation.

She knew to escape this nightmare of world forever, she needed to max out Eveyr’s obsession.

At five points a day, I would be trapped here for decades. I need to think out of the box.

She kept scrolling while thinking of all the possible scenarios. Honestly, she was getting tired of playing this rigged game and her yandere husband. She wanted to escape him.

Running away would increase his obsession but it was useless. Eveyr would hunt her down no matter what and might kill her then along with people who helped her whether knowingly or unknowingly.

She scrolled down to the highest-tier items in the system store and finally found an interesting item.

[Illusion Ward: Creates a flawless, hyper-realistic physical corpse of the host.]

[Cost: 20,000 Points.]

There it is!!

It was the perfect exit strategy. If she faked her own death, Eveyr’s obsession would hit its peak, the game would end, and she would finally be free. But to buy that item, she needed a massive point surge.

She got up and started pacing the room.

Think Esme think!!

If I can’t make him jealous using other men then...I would have to make him jealous of my autonomy.

Yes!!!! Yanderes thrive on complete dependence. To trigger his madness, I would have to assert my own independence.

Suddenly the bedroom door clicked open. Eveyr walked in carrying a silver tray filled with imported pastries, fruits, and warm tea. He had banned the servants from the room. He thought he was the perfect, devoted husband any woman could ask for, only if he knew he was just a slightly better version of a tyrant.

"You are awake," he murmured, setting the tray down on the small table near the bed. "Come eat, Esme. You barely touched dinner last night."

Esme remained standing near the vanity.

"I am not hungry."

He sighed and walked towards her. Standing behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders and began to gently massage her neck.

"You need to keep your strength. You are still so pale."

"I am pale because I haven’t seen the sun in three days," Esme replied sharply. "You treat me like a porcelain doll who is about to break."

Eveyr stopped and leaned down.

"Because you almost did, Esme. You almost died in my arms. Do you have any idea what that did to me?"

"But I am fine now," she said, turning to face him. "The healers would have told you the same if you hadn’t banned them. I don’t want to be kept in a glass box, Eveyr!"

"It is not a box," Eveyr whispered and took her hand. "It is a sanctuary. The sky outside is full of hawks, wife. Here, you are safe. Nothing can touch you."

"Is this my life now?" Esme shouted, pulling her hand back. "Is my only purpose in life to sit in this room and eat pastries until I die?"

"I want you to be alive," he replied fiercely. "That is all I ask of you."

Esme laughed bitterly.

"You want me to live? Fine!! I want to ride my horse," Esme said.

Eveyr’s expression hardened immediately.

"No," Eveyr replied calmly. "The air is too cold today."

"I’ll wear a coat," Esme countered and walked towards her wardrobe, pulling out her riding habit. "I am going to the stables. I want to feel fresh air, even if it is just inside your paranoid dome."

She slipped her arms into the coat but before she could turn towards the door, Eveyr blocked her path. He didn’t raise his hands, but his aura pressed against her like a wall.

"I said no, Esme," he repeated.

Esme tilted her chin up and took a step forward.

"Are you going to physically restrain me, Your Grace?" Esme asked, her voice dripping with contempt. "Are you going to tie me to the bed? Or you’ll finally kill me for disobeying you?"

"Even after everything I’ve done for you...you think of me this way?" he smiled sadly. "But don’t worry... no matter how much of a monster you think I am...I am not going to touch you. But you are not leaving this room."

Esme glared at him. He hated her cold defiance, but he couldn’t hurt her. Taking advantage of his hesitation, Esme side-stepped him. Her shoulder brushed against his chest as she reached past him and pulled the door open.

To her shock, Eveyr didn’t try to grab her or use his shadow magic to shut the door. He just turned and watched her walk into the hallway with an unreadable expression.

Esme’s heart pounded, but she kept walking.

I have to push him. I need the points.

She reached the grand foyer and saw the huge door leading to the courtyard and the stable was just ahead of her.

She reached for the door. Instantly, the shadows twisted in the corners and solidified. Four of Eveyr’s elite guards materialized in front of her.

"Move," Esme ordered.

The guards didn’t move. The captain bowed his head as he spoke.

"We cannot, Your Grace," he rasped, not daring to meet her eyes.

"I am your Duchess," Esme said, taking a step forward. "I order you to open these doors."

"Please, Your Grace. Have mercy on us," the captain whispered, dropping to his knee. "My Lord has given us explicit orders...if you even touch the door knob... we are ordered to break our own legs as punishment for failing to stop you."

Esme froze. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the terrified guards. A wave of dread washed over her as she understood the extent of Eveyr’s manipulation.

He knew she wouldn’t care about his threats. So, he decided to use her empathy as a weapon.

"And if you take a single step outside, Esme..."

The deep, chilling voice came from above. Esme turned around and saw Eveyr standing at the top of the staircase, his hands clasped behind his back. He was looking at her with a beautiful but terrifying smile.

"I will have them break their own necks."

Esme’s face turned pale. Eveyr’s smile widened, satisfied that his trap had worked perfectly.

"Come back upstairs, my lovely wife. Your tea is getting cold."