From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 62

A faint light flickered in the darkness.

It was my phone. Someone was calling.

My heart pounded with hope and panic. I was desperate to live. I pressed my face and jaw against the screen, frantically swiping, praying I’d somehow hit the answer button.

The ringtone stopped before I could connect. I was drenched in sweat, my strength slipping away, everything blurring around me.

The phone rang again.

Gritting my teeth, I tried the same thing, using every bit of energy I had left. Still nothing.

I was exhausted—empty, like there was nothing left inside me. Maybe this was it. Maybe I was meant to die at Remy’s hands.

Then, the phone rang a third time.

With the last of my willpower, I tried again. I knew deep down: if I missed this one, I wouldn’t have another chance.

Miraculously, the call connected. The second I heard that deep, familiar voice, I started sobbing, relief crashing over me.

“Ms. Greenwood? Ms. Greenwood! Can you hear me?”

I could—clear as day. But I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t even move my lips.

All I could do was whimper, forcing out whatever sound I could manage.

“Ms. Greenwood, are you in danger? If you are, make a sound—just once.”

I whimpered.

“Are you at home? Whimper once for yes, twice for no.”

One whimper.

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