From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 68

Remy’s grip was so strong it felt like he was crushing my wrist—right on top of the wound. The pain shot through me, sharp and dizzying, and I could feel the skin tearing open again. Blood trickled down, but he barely glanced at it, completely unmoved.

“Remy, let go. You’re hurting me.”

He stared at my bloodied wrist, and something flickered in his eyes, a darkness that seemed to deepen. Maybe the sight of blood got to him, because for a second, his expression shifted.

Then he slowly dropped to his knees, pressing my injured wrist against his forehead. His voice was rough, almost broken, as he asked me how he could make it right. How could he ever make up for what he’d done? He swore all he’d been doing was worrying about Cindy, that he never meant for me to get hurt like this.

“If I tell you what I want, will you actually do it?” I asked.

“Yes.” Remy nodded, so serious it almost made me laugh.

“Alright then. One last chance, Remy. Listen carefully—I want a divorce. As for the assets, I was going to ask for sixty percent. But after yesterday—after you almost killed me—it’s seventy. Everything else stays the same.”

He always loved talking about ‘compensation,’ right? Fine. Let’s see how he likes this.

Remy’s head jerked up. All the shock, regret, and pain drained from his face, and something cold and vicious took over. In a split second, it was like he’d switched masks—the guilty husband was gone, replaced by something dangerously dark.

His eyes narrowed, lips curling into a chilling smile. His voice was like ice. “Avery, did you forget how you got hurt? Let me remind you. Our marriage only ends one way: with death. Not divorce. Death, Avery. Either you die or I do.”

A wave of terror crashed over me as I remembered everything from yesterday morning. Cold sweat prickled down my back.

So he’d really tried to suffocate me with the blanket?

He’d rather see me dead than let me go.

The realization hit me like a slap. I’d always thought, since that night on the terrace, that if Remy cheated, I could deal with it. People change. If he wanted someone else, I could let him go.

Before I could make up my mind, a sharp voice cut through the tension. “Remy, what the hell is wrong with you?”

A slender figure stormed in like a tornado, swinging her purse with everything she had, smacking Remy over the head and shoulders again and again.

Even Remy, who had just been so dark and menacing, was totally caught off guard. He ducked and covered his face, stumbling as he tried to dodge her furious attack.

Watching her, a wave of relief and warmth rushed through me.

“Kailynn,” I called out.

Of course—it was my best friend, Kailynn.

Her studio was swamped lately, so she’d been traveling nonstop, barely ever in Georgia Bay. I’d called her over partly to protect her, partly to make sure she—and the Foss Group—didn’t get mixed up in this mess.