The Psychological Destruction Plan Makes Him Regret

On the night of our fifth wedding anniversary, Julian Reed knelt on one knee, fastening a new diamond necklace around my neck.

"My dearest, you're my life," he whispered, kissing my earlobe, his voice as soft as melted honey.

I scoffed, remembering the document I'd just seen.

Elara Vance Psychological Destruction Plan.

His handwriting was on it: "Year five, self-awareness completely stripped. Initiate final phase."

"Julian," I cupped his face, gazing earnestly into his deeply affectionate eyes. "What would you do if someone destroyed the thing you love most?"