From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 60

No one could say exactly which word pushed Remy over the edge, but suddenly, he lost it.

He yanked off his suit jacket, ripped open his shirt cuffs, snatched the bat out of my hands, and tossed it aside. In one swift, terrifying move, he bent down, threw me over his shoulder, and dropped me onto the bed. His knee held me in place as I kicked and fought, but he just pulled off his tie and secured my wrists to the headboard. Then he wrapped the bedsheet around my legs and feet, tying it so tight I could barely wiggle.

Pinned down and helpless, all I had left were my words. I started yelling, cursing him with every insult I could think of, pouring out all my anger and frustration.

Remy’s jaw clenched, his face dark and dangerous, like he was barely holding himself back. He glared at me like some vengeful demon. “Avery, don’t test me. You don’t want to find out what happens next.”

“Go ahead! Kill me if you want! I don’t care! Remy, I don’t love you anymore. I want a divorce. I hate you! I hate you!”

His face twisted even more, but when he saw I wasn’t giving in, he stormed into the bathroom. A second later, he was back with a towel, which he shoved hard into my mouth, cutting off my words.

Now I couldn’t move or speak. Only then, when I realized just how powerless I was, did fear finally sink in. Sweat pricked at my skin as I stared at his cold, brutal expression.

He looked like he wanted to tear me apart, like there was nothing human left in him.

My mind spun with panic, imagining every horror story I’d ever heard—being murdered, chopped up, stuffed in the freezer. It wasn’t just my imagination. With the way Remy looked at me, anything felt possible.

Blood from my injured foot was soaking into the sheets, turning them red.

Remy stood at the edge of the bed, heavy and menacing. “I told you, unless I say otherwise, you’re Mrs. Thompson. This is your warning. If you even mention divorce again, I’ll strip you naked and throw you out in the yard. Don’t believe me? Try me.”

“That’s better. Just listen, Avery. Be good. It’s only six more months. Five years have already gone by—what’s another half a year? After that, I’ll take care of you. I’ll show you just how good it can be to be my wife.” Remy sat at the edge of the bed, stroking my hair like he was being gentle, but his voice made my skin crawl.

I jerked my head away, eyes wide, desperate to get away from his touch.

My mind raced, searching for any way to escape.

Suddenly, a ringtone split the tense silence, breaking the spell in the room.

Remy pulled out his phone, paused for a second as he looked at the screen, then answered and put it on speaker.