From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 126

“What I want is simple: divorce. Remy, I don’t know why you refuse to let go, and honestly, I don’t even care anymore. All you need to know is that I’m ending this marriage, and I’m done waiting. Out of respect for what we once had, I hope we can do this the easy way—sign the papers and walk away with some dignity. But if you still won’t cooperate, I’ll see you in court. Oh, and I’m about to send you something. Consider it a sneak peek. I have plenty more, each one messier than the last. You get to choose—lose everything and ruin Thompson Corporation, or set me free, keep your precious family, and save your reputation. Think it over, Mr. Swanson.”

I hung up before Remy could say a word. Then, I went straight to my files and found the video from five years ago, the one from Julia’s backyard overseas, and sent it to him.

He was always so sure—always swore nothing had ever happened with Julia. He said she was in the past, that they’d never be anything, that he loved only me. Over and over, he promised I was the only one he wanted, that he belonged to me, that he’d be my husband forever.

Let him watch the truth for himself. Let him see just how disgusting his lies look on screen. This one video is all it takes to prove he cheated. I never needed to drag this out in public—one piece of evidence is enough.

The only reason I didn’t blow it up from the start was because I wanted a clean break. Remy isn’t worth it, but the six years I lost to him are. I refuse to let the love I once poured out end up trampled and worthless.

Remy got the video almost instantly. Two minutes later, my phone started ringing like crazy. Call after call—nonstop. I didn’t answer any of them.

I wish I could have seen his face when he watched the video. I bet it was priceless. His lies exposed, the truth smacking him right in the face. If anyone deserved a fall like this, it’s Remy.

The calls kept coming, so I put my phone on silent, flipped it over, and burrowed under my blanket, trying to get comfortable.

Staring at the empty space next to me, regret crashed over me so hard it almost knocked the air out of my chest. If I hadn’t insisted on marrying Remy, if I’d picked a man who actually loved me, by now I’d probably have a little girl of my own. She’d be wearing the princess dresses I bought her, her hair tied up in the cutest pigtails. She’d wrap her arms around my neck and call me “Mommy” in that soft, sweet voice.

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