From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 86

There was no way out now. I pushed down the uneasy feeling in my chest and forced myself to step inside.

Remy was watching me, eyes impossibly soft, almost like he could drown me with just one look. He raised his left hand—the one without an IV—and tried to take mine. “Have you eaten? Your face is a little red. Did you sneak something spicy again behind your husband’s back? Hmph, just wait until we get home. I’ll have to spank you for that.”

Honestly, he sounded like a crazy person. Or maybe just a lovesick idiot trying too hard.

But this was classic Remy, always playing the devoted husband for everyone to see. Back then, I thought it was love. Now, looking back, it all seems like trash.

His fingers brushed mine by accident, and it was like I got shocked—instinct made me jump back two steps. At the same time, I watched Remy closely, looking for any sign that something was off.

Nothing. He kept playing his role perfectly. Meanwhile, Marissa lost it first.

She jabbed a finger at my face and started ranting, acting like I’d committed some horrible crime or made her lose her only son.

The nurses and doctors quickly backed out, wanting nothing to do with the drama.

I was about to argue back, but Remy suddenly sat up in bed, face dark with anger. “Mom, Avery is my wife. You never raised her, so you don’t get to scold her. That’s your last warning. If you do it again, I’m cutting off your cards.”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, holding his head and breathing hard.

Marissa just stared at him for a second, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Then, instead of fighting back, she slumped onto the couch, eyes red and watery, looking like a balloon that just popped.

She pressed a handkerchief to her mouth, trying to hold back her sobs. “What did I do to deserve this? My husband never comes home, and my son treats me like I’m the enemy. Why even bother living?”

Usually, when Marissa got dramatic, I always had a way to deal with her. But when she suddenly went soft like this, I had no idea what to do.

Remy’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen, and suddenly all that gentle warmth was gone—his whole vibe shifted to icy cold, eyes hard as stone.

He answered, his voice sharp and distant. “What is it?”

It had been nearly thirty years, and she still hoped for something from that man. I couldn’t tell if she was loyal or just painfully delusional.

Maybe a little bit of both.

She was pitiful, in a way—but people like her always had something about them that made it hard to really feel sorry.

While Remy and his father talked, I picked up Cindy and asked her gently why she hadn’t gone to preschool.

She didn’t say a word. She just looked at me with her big, teary eyes as silent tears kept rolling down her cheeks.

I felt a wave of frustration and tried to calm myself down so I could talk to her properly.

But before I could even open my mouth, Remy suddenly shouted. Cindy flinched and dove into my arms, burying her face in my chest.