From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 120

“Marian’s got some family stuff and won’t be back anytime soon.”

I stared at my phone, not sure whether to laugh or groan.

Seriously? It’s just some ointment. Not exactly rocket science.

But if it meant I could see Mr. White, then fine. I’d do it myself.

I took a deep breath, grabbed the ointment, squeezed a little onto my finger, and gently smeared it over the red, swollen patch of skin.

Putting it on was easy. The real challenge was massaging it in until it disappeared.

Good thing I’m a pro at handling this kind of thing. I can fix whatever needs fixing.

Of course, with Elliot standing so close, his cool, pine-forest scent kept drifting over to me. My heart started hammering, my ears buzzing like a hive of bees. I tried to focus, but my hands were shaking.

Finally, I finished. The swelling looked way better, but I was sweating buckets. “All done. Can we go now, boss?”

Elliot glanced at his watch, all smooth and elegant like always. “It’s dinner time. Your professor is probably eating. We shouldn’t disturb him.”

Was he hinting at something?

“Boss, let me make it up to you. How about dinner on me? Name a place, I’ll book us a table right now.”

“No need for that. Marian left plenty of groceries before she left.”

Wait—was he asking me to cook at his place?

If that’s what it takes to see Mr. White, I’ll do it.

An hour later, I set four small dishes and a steaming bowl of soup on the table. “Boss, dinner’s ready.”

Elliot walked over, all graceful like a Persian cat, and sat down. He picked up his spoon and tasted the soup, then nodded. “It’s light but tasty. Not bad at all.”

Of course he had perfect table manners. The kind you only see in old money families.

When I checked my phone, I found a dozen photos from Julia and a video that was almost half an hour long.

The photos were classic: the happy family, all smiles, out having fun.

A couple of months ago, those would’ve broken me. Now, I just saved them and moved on.

The video was filmed an hour earlier. The lighting was bad, but not enough to hide their faces.

It was a sex tape.

From foreplay to the end, Remy’s head thrown back in ecstasy, it was all there. Twenty-nine minutes, no cuts, nothing left out.

I forced myself to watch the whole thing, even though I felt sick.

The worst part? Right at the end, when Remy was finishing, he grabbed Julia by the throat—but the name he called out wasn’t hers.

“Avery. Avery. Avery, I love you, Avery…”