From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 47

Remy grabbed the stack of papers and flipped through them quickly. Without hesitating, he scrawled his signature and shoved both the pen and the documents back into Mike’s arms. Then he stormed out, his anger practically crackling in the air.

He marched straight across the courtyard and yanked open the big double gates, planting himself right in the middle. The press, who’d clearly been waiting for him, rushed forward in a frenzy, cameras and microphones aimed at him from every direction.

“Mr. Thompson, is what Julia said in the video true? Why won’t you let her see her biological daughter?”

“Mr. Thompson, Thompson Corporation’s stock just tanked. How are you going to explain this to the board? Are you planning to resign?”

“Was your marriage to Mrs. Thompson for love, or is there truth to Julia’s claims about an affair?”

“Mr. Thompson, was Mrs. Thompson really the other woman?”

“Mr. Thompson—”

The questions came hard and fast, blunt and ruthless, not a hint of sympathy in sight.

Remy’s eyes swept over the crowd, lingering on the reporters who seemed most eager to stir up drama. He turned to Mike and said, “Make a list of every outlet here today. Put them all on the Thompson Corporation blacklist. Get legal to draft lawsuits for every single one—no exceptions. And if anyone dares to bother my wife or my daughter, they’ll answer to me.”

He hadn’t even finished speaking before the crowd fell silent. The reporters exchanged nervous looks, then scattered in a rush, like the tide pulling back from shore.

Remy left with Mike. He didn’t come home until late, and when he did, he was so drunk he could barely stand.

Mike tried to smooth things over. “Ma’am, everything happened so suddenly. Mr. Thompson was just acting on impulse. He didn’t mean to hurt you. Please, don’t be angry with him.”

There was no reason to discuss my marriage with an assistant. I just told Mike to take Remy to the guest room Julia used to stay in and sent him home for the night.

Cindy refused to sleep alone—she insisted on staying with me. Just to be safe, I grabbed the sharpest knife from the kitchen and slipped it under my pillow. If Remy tried anything, I wasn’t going to hold back.

This was my battlefield. And I wasn’t about to lose.

As soon as I walked in, I felt a hundred eyes on me. A few coworkers gave me forced smiles or greeted me, but their glances darted away as they leaned in to whisper to each other.

I ignored all of it, got in the elevator, and headed straight to my office.

The tech department was usually all business and silence. Not today. The place buzzed with gossip.

Front and center was a woman with big, perfect curls, talking loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I went to college with Avery, so I know exactly what she’s like. Back then, she was obsessed with Mr. Thompson—wouldn’t leave him alone. If she hadn’t chased him so shamelessly, Julia never would’ve ended up leaving the country. I mean, seriously, what’s the world coming to when someone like her becomes a director?”

I walked right up and cut her off, my voice cool and clear. “Tell me, Zoey—what kind of person am I, exactly? And how does me being a director have anything to do with you?”