From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 134

Remy hadn’t been around for a week, but now he was here, leaning against his car in a long black coat, head tipped back, eyes half-closed. He looked like a lazy cat soaking up the last bit of sunlight before night fell.

Honestly, seeing him lit a fire in me that I couldn’t put out.

His mom had already ruined my morning, and now here he was, ready to take over my evening. Was this mother-son tag team just determined to drive me up the wall without even breaking a sweat?

Sometimes I wished there was a law that said it was totally fine to get rid of a cheating scumbag and his enabler. Right now, I’d be first in line.

“Avery!” Remy’s radar for me was always sharp. As soon as he spotted me, something sparked in his eyes—relief, surprise, a little happiness, and a whole lot of sadness he never bothered to explain. “Working late again? Don’t tell me you’ve been skipping meals. You look like you’ve lost weight.”

I hadn’t lost a single pound. Remy was the one who looked like he’d been through the wringer.

Even after just a week, he was thinner. His cheekbones stuck out, his eyes looked hollow, and his whole posture had slumped. He used to be the confident Mr. Thompson everyone envied. Now, he just seemed worn out, like someone who’d seen too much and slept too little.

“Hard to eat when I have to deal with disgusting things every day. Unlike you, Mr. Thompson, my appetite isn’t strong enough for all that trash.”

Remy’s smile froze in place, like he was wearing a mask that didn’t quite fit. His hand started to reach out, then stopped, awkward, and disappeared back into his coat pocket.

He looked like someone carrying around a heavy secret, his pain digging deep. When he spoke, his voice sounded rough, like he’d swallowed gravel. “Babe, you keep calling me Mr. Thompson. We’re married. Do we really have to act like strangers?”

I honestly didn’t care where his pain came from. All I felt was disgust and resistance just seeing him here.

“If you’ve got something to say, say it. Don’t waste my time.”

His shoulders dropped, and even though he tried to smile, it looked more sad than anything else.

“Avery, I checked the video. It’s real. But if I told you I don’t remember when it happened, that there’s nothing like that in my memory—would you believe me?”

Seriously? Was he for real?

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