From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 191

When I opened the message, I couldn’t believe my eyes—a bank transfer for 1.65 billion dollars. For a moment, I just stared at the screen, trying to process the number. Before I could even type out a question to Remy, another notification popped up—a voice message, and then a huge zip file.

“Avery,” Remy’s voice came through, steady and calm, “this file’s got five years of Thompson Corporation’s operations and financial records. I went over everything myself. According to your thirty-five percent profit share, you should’ve received 1.97 billion over these five years. I’ve sent everything I can liquidate right now. The remaining 270 million—I need to keep for cash flow. Also, the company’s been under some weird attacks lately. I’m not sure I can handle it all, so please be careful and take care of yourself. No matter what, just live well.”

I’d never gotten involved in Thompson Corporation’s business—not since we got married. I didn’t even know how much money those patents were bringing in, much less the real state of Remy’s or the company’s accounts.

The fact that Remy needed to borrow money? That floored me.

Did Remy really only have two billion to his name after all these years?

No way.

Even with a rough estimate, his net worth had to be well over ten billion. No matter how much Marissa splurged, her spending was still manageable. As for us, our own expenses were never outrageous.

So where was Remy’s money? What was he spending it on? Or worse, who did he give it to?

Only now did I realize just how many secrets Remy kept, not just from me, but from everyone—and how many the Thompson family had too.

My mind was a tangled mess, nerves frayed like a ball of yarn after a cat attack.

I thought about texting him, but I had no idea what to say. In the end, I just let it go.

That money was mine, fair and square. I took it without a second thought.

Right then, Remy and I were only a wall apart, but it felt like we were worlds away. All we had was cold, impersonal technology between us.

At six thirty, Elliot came down himself to meet me.

The moment he saw me, something flickered in his eyes—genuine surprise, maybe even a little awe.

My skin was porcelain pale. I was five-seven but barely weighed a hundred pounds, so I always looked slender. But I was the kind of slim that looked delicate in clothes and still had curves where it counted. Black suited me, and tonight’s dress was made for me.

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