From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 46

Remy’s eyes were so dark they looked bottomless, like a swirling black hole that could swallow me whole and never let me go.

I took a cautious step back, instantly regretting that I’d picked this moment to ask for a divorce.

Something red flickered in his eyes, like blood mixed into ink—twisted, cold, and empty.

“Everyone in Georgia Bay knows you’re my wife. As long as Thompson Corporation stands, as long as I’m still here, nothing will happen to you. Why let a few clueless people online get under your skin? Or is it something else, Avery? Do you have another man? Is it Elliot? You sure know how to pick yourself a solid backup.”

People with dirty hearts see dirt everywhere.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hand shot up, ready to slap him.

He caught my wrist without even trying, like he’d been expecting it. He yanked me toward him, forcing our faces so close I could feel his breath. His voice was low and dangerous. “I’m never agreeing to a divorce. Get that through your head. You’re Mrs. Thompson, and you’d better behave. Don’t push me.”

“There’s nothing you can do to stop me. I’ll divorce you, just watch.” My blood was boiling—I didn’t care about the consequences anymore.

Remy’s threats only made me want to fight back harder.

I was Avery, not just Mrs. Thompson. I wasn’t his possession.

He didn’t have the right to keep me trapped forever.

He was the one who cheated. He was the one who broke his vows.

He had no right to talk to me like this.

Remy’s eyes went bloodshot with rage. He grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the bedroom. “Isn’t this what you want? You want me to sleep with you? Fine. Right now. Let’s get this over with.”

His grip was harsh, his whole body radiating anger and darkness.

I panicked. I fought to break free, tears of humiliation streaming down my face as I struggled.

But I was no match for him. No matter how hard I tried, he dragged me into the bedroom and pinned me to the bed.

The same hands that had touched Julia tore at my clothes now. The lips that had kissed Julia pressed against my neck—cold, damp, and disgusting, like a snake crawling over my skin.

I didn’t hesitate—I shoved him away with everything I had and ran out of the bedroom.

I caught sight of myself in the glass of the patio door—a total mess. My eyes were red and swollen, my skin flushed, hair wild around my face, blouse hanging open, two angry scratches on my chest.

I curled up in the corner of the sofa, hugging my knees, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe.

If only my parents were still here. If they were, I could go home, anywhere but here. Instead, I was all alone. No one, nowhere to go.

Remy seemed to calm down too. He stood in the doorway, holding Cindy, his expression impossible to read.

Ten minutes later, Mike rushed in, stopping short when he saw the state I was in.

“What’s the situation?” Remy asked him.

Mike handed over a folder. “Mr. Thompson, of the four deals we negotiated, only this one is still willing to sign with us. Here are the papers—they just need your signature. Also, there’s a crowd of reporters outside, so Mrs. Thompson should be careful coming and going.”