Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Secret Passion of Mérida A Forbidden Affair That Ended in Obsession and Death PART2 #66

Episode Date: February 2, 2026

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #darklove #fatalobsession #tragicending #forbiddenromance #psychologicalthriller The second part of “The Secret Passion of Mérida” dives deeper into the madness that followed the affair. What once burned with secret passion now festers with jealousy, paranoia, and bloodlust. As guilt consumes what’s left of sanity, the boundaries between love and hate blur beyond repair. Shadows of betrayal linger, and the haunting truth behind Mérida’s forbidden romance finally begins to surface — revealing that some desires were never meant to be awakened. horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, forbiddenlove, darkromance, obsession, betrayal, murder, tragedy, gothicdrama, hauntinglove, psychologicalhorror, eerieatmosphere, mystery, loveanddeath, chillingstory, truecrimevibes

By that point, the relationship between Merna Balham and Alder Chu had gone far beyond being a harmless emotional escape. What had once been quick, secret meetings had turned into an intense, almost suffocating routine that consumed every part of their lives. They met several times a week, sometimes more than once a day. It wasn't just an affair anymore, it was an addiction that shaped their schedules, their habits, even their thoughts. Merna reorganized everything around those encounters.

Her grocery trips, her errands, her chores, even her children's school activities, all adjusted to make time for Alder. She lived for those stolen hours, those moments when she could shed her role as wife and mother and feel something wild again. And Alder, who should have been focused on work or his technical studies, started skipping shifts, ignoring family duties, and spending every spare second thinking about her. They were both drowning in something that felt like love, but was really just dependents dressed up as passion.

The physical side of their connection was constant, yes, but it wasn't the only thing that kept them tied to each other. Beneath all the touches and glances, there was a heavy emotional bond, built on years of unspoken needs, insecurities, and loneliness. They both felt like they'd found something that finally belonged to them, something no one else could understand. But what they thought was love was really an illusion, one that thrived only in the shadows. And illusions like that always start to collapse when reality knocks on the door. All there, being young, inexperienced, and emotionally unstable, began to change.

His sweetness turned into obsession. The more time he spent with Myrna, the more he demanded from her. He wanted constant attention, immediate replies to his messages, details about where she went, with whom, and what her husband was doing. He started questioning every minute she spent away from him. The same messages that once overflowed with tenderness now dripped with suspicion, guilt, and desperation. He'd write things like, I don't want to be alone again. Do whatever you have to do, but don't leave me. At first, Mearnah didn't see those words as alarming.

She read them as signs of deep love, devotion even. Part of her felt guilty for betraying her husband, but another part, darker, quieter, fed on that intensity. It was power she'd never had before. For the first time in her life, she felt like someone couldn't live without her. Her marriage to Roman Lujan had always been proper, steady, polite, but cold. With all there, everything was messy, impulsive, and intoxicating. The chaos thrilled her. The feeling of being wanted, pursued, even worshipped,

it distorted her sense of self until she began mistaking obsession for affection. But love stories built on secrecy always come with cracks. And soon, those cracks began to widen. One afternoon, while leaving the supermarket, Murna ran into one of her neighbors. It was innocent enough, except that the neighbors saw her hugging a young man who clearly wasn't her husband.

She didn't say anything right then, but later, she told another friend, who told another, and before long, whispers started floating through the neighborhood. For the first time, Myrna felt a chill of real fear. Her secret was leaking.

The situation grew worse when Alder, in a jealous impulse, showed up outside her son's school without warning. He just stood there, waiting to see her during pickup time. It didn't cause a scene, but it scared her. It meant he no longer cared about keeping things hidden. Control was slipping from her hands. After that, she tried to pull back, cancelled meetings, delayed calls, made excuses.

She needed space, she told herself. But all there wouldn't let go. He started appearing unannounced, calling non-stop, leaving cryptic messages like, You can't ignore me forever. His tone wasn't violent, but there was something unpredictable in it, something that made Mernah's heart pound not from excitement, but from dread. And then came the notebook. One evening, when Merna went to Alldair's small apartment, she noticed a spiral-bound notebook

lying open on his desk. Inside were pages covered with messy handwriting, notes about her daily routine, the hours she was home alone, descriptions of her husband, her kids, even her friends. Some pages had drawings, disturbing ones. Sketches of her, of Roman, of scenes that seemed violent or darkly symbolic. When she asked him what it was, he brushed it off. Said it was just a way to let out what he felt. But she couldn't unsee it. For the first time, she realized just how deep his obsession went, and how far from love it had drifted.

Ending it wasn't simple anymore. Every time she tried, he pushed harder. His messages turned emotional, manipulative, sometimes threatening. She feared not only being discovered, but also what Alder might do if she really left him. Meanwhile, at home, Roman remained outwardly the same. He stuck to his routine, long hours at the office, quiet dinners, and meticulous attention to his accounts. But inside, he was starting to notice the inconsistencies. Myrna's absences, her distracted gaze, the new perfume that wasn't hers, and the way she avoided eye-contact whenever he asked simple questions.

He didn't confront her yet, but he took mental notes of everything. Neither Mirna, nor Alder, nor Roman knew it, but they were all. heading straight toward a point of no return. What had begun as passion was now rotting with fear. The rush of adrenaline had turned into danger. And soon, what had been a secret affair would explode into something the entire city would talk about. The morning of October 19, 2016, Marita woke up to news that would travel like wildfire. A woman, 42 years old, had been found dead in her own home. In one of the city's quietest northern neighborhoods, the victim, Mirna Guadalupe Balam,

was discovered lifeless in her kitchen by her husband, Roman Lujan, who had just returned from a short work trip to Campici. The official report described a confusing scene. There were no signs of forced entry. No valuable items missing. Everything was in place, except her body. At first glance, it didn't look like a robbery. The neighbors said they hadn't heard anything strange, no screams, no alarms. But the forensic team quickly realized that the wound on Mernah's neck was no accident.

It was a deliberate, violent act. Roman's testimony painted a picture of horror. He said he came home around 8.30 a.m., tired but in good spirits. He noticed the front door slightly open, which was unusual. Inside, the house was silent. He called her name, no answer. Then he walked into the kitchen and froze. Murna was lying on the floor, in her nightgown, surrounded by a pool of blood.

The chair beside her was overturned, and one of the windows was half open. Roman tried to shake her, called her name again, then screamed for help. The neighbors rushed over, but it was already too late. The police arrived within minutes. They sealed the area, took photos, gathered evidence. And though they worked quickly, the scene gave away almost nothing. Whoever had been there had known what they were doing. No fingerprints, no signs of struggle.

Just the traces of a life cut short in a place that was supposed to be safe. The news spread through Marida like a wildfire through dry grass. Everyone had a theory. Some said it was a robbery gone wrong. Others whispered about jealousy, about secrets. The word, crime of passion, began appearing in every conversation, every headline. As investigators dug deeper, they found inconsistencies in Myrna's last days. Phone records showed repeated calls to a number belonging to a young man, Alder Chu.

When they questioned him, Alldair Curse. claimed innocence. He said they were, just friends. But detectives noticed his trembling hands, the nervous shifting of his eyes. His alibi didn't add up. A search of his small apartment confirmed their suspicions. In one of his drawers, they found the notebook, the same one Myrna had seen. It was filled with obsessive notes, details of her daily life, even sketches that matched the scene of her death. One of the drawings depicted a woman in a kitchen, surrounded by blood. When confronted with the evidence, all there broke. His words came out in broken whispers. He said she had tried to leave him, that he couldn't bear the thought of her going back to her

husband, to her, fake life. He claimed he just wanted to talk, but things got out of control. He said, she told me it was over. I just wanted her to look at me again. The confession shocked the city. People who knew him couldn't believe it, the quiet boy from the hardware store, the polite kid with kind eyes. But behind that innocent face had been months of obsession,

manipulation, and emotional collapse. For Roman, the tragedy was unbearable. He sat through every interview, every hearing, in silence. He didn't cry in public, didn't yell. didn't demand revenge. He just stared ahead, as if his entire world had vanished in one brutal instant. Neighbors avoided talking to him. Some said they saw him walking at night, alone, passing by the spot where his wife's body had been found, standing there for minutes before quietly turning back home. The investigation lasted weeks. Every message between Myrna and

Alder was analyzed. The detective's piece of the police. together a timeline that showed how the relationship had spiraled, from harmless flirtation to obsession, from whispers of affection to threats of destruction. In the end, the court found all there guilty of homicide. He was sentenced to 28 years in prison. During his final statement, he said only one thing. She told me she loved me. I believed her.

the sentencing, Roman moved away with his children. The house was put up for sale, but no one wanted to buy it. People said strange things happened there, doors creaking in the night, lights flickering in the kitchen where Myrna died, whispers when the wind blew through the windows. Some believed it was her spirit, restless, trapped between guilt and pain. Others said it was just the echo of tragedy clinging to the walls. Whatever it was, the house remained empty, standing like a quiet reminder of how love can turn into something deadly. In Merida, where life usually ran slow and peaceful, people still talk about the case. About how no one really knew what was going on behind those clean white walls.

About how a woman who seemed to have everything could fall into something so dark. The story of Myrna Balam and Alder Chu became one of those whispered legends that never die, part cautionary tale, part tragedy. Some said she was selfish. Others said she was lonely. But everyone agreed on one thing, what happened between them wasn't love. It was hunger, raw, desperate, consuming. And in the end, hunger always destroys what it touches. To be continued.