The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 280: Talk to him

Abby and the man turned to see Remo approaching. The smile faded from Abby’s face, replaced by a look of shock and confusion. The man stepped protectively in front of her, his eyes narrowing at Remo.

"Who the hell are you?" the man demanded.

Remo ignored him, his focus entirely on Abby. "Abby, we need to talk. Please, just give me a minute."

Abby shook her head in disbelief. "Remo, what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. I need to explain—"

"You’ve explained enough!" Abby interrupted, her voice cold and distant. "You told me the truth, Remo. You made your choice."

The man moved closer to Abby, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The sight only fueled Remo’s anger. "Get away from her," Remo snarled. "This is between me and Abby."

The man didn’t budge. "She doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave before I call the police."

"Call the police?" Remo laughed bitterly. "You have no idea who you’re dealing with."

At that moment, Abby’s bodyguards, alerted by the commotion, rushed out of the building. They quickly assessed the situation and moved to restrain Remo.

"Mr. Quinn, please step back," one of the bodyguards said, his tone firm but respectful.

"Don’t touch me!" Remo shouted, struggling against their grip. "Abby, please, just listen to me!"

Abby stood there, her expression a mix of pain and resolve. "Remo, you need to leave. This isn’t the way to fix things."

The bodyguards tightened their hold on Remo, but he continued to fight, desperation overtaking him. "Abby, please! I want to talk. I can’t lose you!"

The man with Abby watched the scene unfold, his expression one of both caution and curiosity. He stepped closer to Abby, murmuring something that Remo couldn’t hear. Abby nodded, and they turned to walk away.

"Abby!" Remo cried out, his voice breaking. "Don’t go. Please don’t go."

Abby paused, looking back at him with tears in her eyes. "Remo, I’ve given you so many chances. I needed you to be there for me, to love me the way I deserved. But you couldn’t, or you wouldn’t. Now, it’s too late."

With that, she turned and walked away, the unknown man by her side. The bodyguards released Remo, but he didn’t move. He stood there, watching her disappear into the building, his heart shattering with every step she took.

The man glanced back at Remo, a mix of pity and triumph in his eyes. Remo felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. He had come to make amends, but instead, he had made things worse. He had lost Abby, and this time, it felt final.

The drive back to his mansion was a blur. Remo’s mind was a whirlwind of regret and sorrow. The house, once a place of comfort, now felt like a prison. He wandered through the empty rooms, the silence pressing down on him.

He ended up in their bedroom, the place where Abby’s presence was still palpable. He sank onto the bed, clutching one of her pillows to his chest. Her scent lingered, a cruel reminder of what he had lost. Tears streamed down his face as he replayed the evening’s events.

"Why did I let her go?" he whispered to the empty room. "Why couldn’t I see what I had?"

He thought of Abby’s smile, the way she had looked at the other man. The jealousy burned anew, but it was tempered by a deep sadness. He had pushed her away, and now she was finding happiness elsewhere. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but he knew he had no one to blame but himself.

The night stretched on, each minute an eternity. Remo lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of his mistakes crushing him. He had thought he could win Abby back, but now he realized how much he had hurt her, how deeply his actions had cut.

"Abby," he whispered into the darkness, "I’m so sorry."

But the words fell into the void, unheard and unanswered. Remo knew he had a long road ahead if he ever hoped to heal the wounds he had inflicted. The house was empty, his heart was broken, and the only woman he had ever truly loved was slipping further away.

*******

Meanwhile, back at Fredrick’s place, Abby and her date stepped inside, the tension from the confrontation still lingering in the air. The man turned to her, a concerned look on his face. "Miss, how did I do?" he asked, scratching his head with a sheepish smile.

Abby sighed, trying to push away the image of Remo’s pleading eyes. "Good," she replied curtly.

Fredrick, who had been watching the entire scene unfold from the window, shook his head helplessly. "You’ve read so many books, Abby. It’s messing with your head. Just speak to the poor guy," he advised, his voice gentle but firm.

Abby leaned back into the chair, exhaustion evident in her posture. "Not yet," she murmured. Only God knew how much she had restrained herself from running back into Remo’s arms. He had looked awful, a shadow of the man she once knew.

Fredrick walked over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You know he’s suffering, right?"

"I know," Abby whispered. "But he needs to realize what he had. He needs to feel this loss if there’s any hope of him changing."

Fredrick nodded, understanding her resolve but also seeing the pain in her eyes. "Just remember, Abby, you deserve happiness too. Don’t let this destroy you."

"I won’t," Abby promised, though she wasn’t entirely sure if she believed it herself.

***

The following days were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions for Abby. She threw herself into her work, trying to distract herself from the ache in her chest. But every quiet moment was filled with thoughts of Remo—his desperate plea, his broken voice, and the raw vulnerability she had seen in his eyes.

Fredrick watched her closely, his concern growing with each passing day. He knew Abby was strong, but he also knew how deeply she had been hurt. He wished he could do more to help her, but he understood that this was something she needed to work through on her own.

One evening, as Abby was wrapping up her work, Fredrick approached her desk. "Abby, there’s something you should know," he said, his tone serious.

Abby looked up, her eyes weary. "What is it, Fredrick?"

"Remo has been coming by every day," he revealed. "He stays outside, just waiting. He hasn’t caused any trouble, but he’s there. I think you should talk to him."

Abby’s heart tightened. She had seen Remo’s car parked down the street but had tried to ignore it. "I can’t, Fredrick. I’m not ready."

Fredrick sighed, his expression softening. "I understand, but maybe it’s not about being ready. Maybe it’s about facing this, for both your sakes."

Abby nodded slowly, knowing he was right. She couldn’t avoid Remo forever. "I’ll think about it."

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