From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 55

I never felt much urgency before—timing just wasn’t on my side.

But now, I can’t wait any longer. I need this divorce done, fast.

The sooner I cut things off with Remy, the sooner I can pour all my energy into the new project. No more distractions, no more looking back.

Honestly, I can’t help but daydream about those scenes from those over-the-top dramas—sleek sports cars pulling up, two rows of bodyguards in suits, all bowing low and shouting, “Welcome home, Miss!”

If only life worked like that. If I had that kind of backing, I’d have nothing to worry about with Remy.

Just imagining it puts a grin on my face.

When I got home, the housekeeper had dinner ready. Cindy was sitting on Remy’s knee, her little face all scrunched up, big teardrops just clinging to her lashes. She looked so pitiful, like she was about to cry any second.

As soon as she saw me, Cindy started to wriggle free. Remy held on for a couple more seconds, then let her go, giving her hair a gentle pat. He smiled at her, all soft and doting.

“See, Mommy’s home and you forget all about Daddy. You little rascal.”

I changed my shoes. Cindy ran over and we played for a bit, then I took her to the bathroom to wash up before dinner.

“Mommy, I don’t like that lady. Can you take me to work with you?”

We were in the bathroom, and Cindy looked up at me, her big dark eyes full of hope and worry.

“Sweetie, kids aren’t allowed at work. Don’t you like kindergarten?”

“I do.”

“If you like it, then why are you crying?”

She pressed her lips together, trying her hardest not to cry. But the next second, her eyes went red and the tears just started pouring down.

But in the back, hidden in a shadow, was another woman. Above her head, nothing—just a blank space.

The drawing was clumsy but sweet, clearly Cindy’s. But the woman in the shadows made my heart ache. There was something there I couldn’t quite put into words.

Looking at those four little figures, I felt a deep sadness for Cindy. She was just a kid, and already tangled up in all this adult mess.

If grown-ups can’t sort themselves out, what can a six-year-old do?

Remy stood up, his smile soft, his eyes gentle. He reached for my hand.

“Mom wants to see Cindy. She’s missed her. Cindy might get a little fussy, but I’m planning to take her over for the weekend. I’ll bring her back on Monday.”

“Really? You’re not taking her anywhere else?”

“Of course not. I swear, if I don’t take Cindy to my mom’s place, may I get struck by lightning or hit by a car, okay?”