The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 312: Rumors

Abby walked into the office with her usual air of confidence, the sharp click of her heels echoing in the wide, marble hallway. But something felt off today. As she passed by her colleagues, she couldn’t help but notice the way their conversations seemed to abruptly stop, only to start again in hushed whispers the moment she moved past them. Eyes followed her, curious and probing, as if she were an exhibit in some twisted display.

Her gut tightened with unease, but she kept her expression calm, her posture straight. She had worked too hard to let a few whispers shake her. Whatever gossip was going around would fade—it always did. People loved to speculate about powerful women, and Abby had learned to steel herself against it. But today, the tension in the air felt different, thicker, almost suffocating.

When she reached the glass doors to her private office, she noticed that even her secretary, Emma, looked on edge. Emma quickly averted her eyes, pretending to be busy with paperwork, but Abby had caught the nervous look on her face.

Abby stepped inside her office, closing the door behind her. "Emma, come here."

Emma hesitated, her face pale as she slowly stood and approached the desk. There was something in her demeanor that immediately put Abby on edge. Emma was usually professional, collected—but today, she looked rattled.

"What’s going on?" Abby asked, her voice cool but sharp. "Why is everyone staring at me?"

Emma shifted nervously from foot to foot, her eyes darting around the room as if she were looking for a way out. "It’s... it’s nothing, Mrs. Quinn," she stammered. "Just some silly office rumors."

Abby narrowed her eyes, her patience wearing thin. "Rumors? What rumors, Emma?"

Emma swallowed hard, clearly reluctant to continue. "I—I don’t think it’s anything important, really. People just like to talk."

Abby’s expression darkened. She had no time for games. The atmosphere in the office was suffocating, and she needed answers—now. "Enough with the vague excuses," she snapped, her voice rising in frustration. "Tell me what the hell is going on, or I’ll find someone who will."

Emma flinched at Abby’s tone, her face turning an even paler shade of white. She quickly fumbled for her phone, tapping the screen a few times before handing it over with trembling hands.

"Here, Mrs. Quinn. It’s... it’s all over the news."

Abby snatched the phone from Emma’s hand, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the screen. What she saw made her blood run cold.

A headline blared across the top of the news article: "Is Remo Quinn Cheating on His Wife? Powerful Couple in Trouble?"

Below the headline was a picture of Remo. He was standing outside a dimly lit club, his face partially obscured by shadows, but the woman next to him was unmistakable. Nicole. The two of them were standing close—too close—her hand casually resting on his arm, and there was a smudge of red on his collar. Lipstick. Her lipstick.

Abby felt a surge of nausea rise in her throat as she stared at the image, her mind spinning. The article had been written with the typical flair of tabloid journalism, painting a picture of a love triangle, insinuating that Remo was stepping out on his marriage with Nicole. It was filled with speculation, innuendo, and anonymous sources claiming to have seen them together frequently in recent weeks.

Her hands shook as she continued to read, her vision blurring slightly as anger clouded her mind. It was all too much—the whispers, the stares, the headline. And the worst part? That stain, that lipstick, the one she had convinced herself was meaningless, was now on full display for the world to see.

Emma stood frozen, watching Abby’s reaction with wide eyes, clearly terrified of what might happen next. Abby took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. But the longer she stared at that photo, the angrier she became. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat sending waves of fury through her veins.

"Leave," Abby said through clenched teeth, barely able to control the tremor in her voice. "Now."

Emma didn’t need to be told twice. She quickly backed out of the office, closing the door behind her and leaving Abby alone with her thoughts.

For a moment, Abby just stood there, the phone still clutched in her hand, her entire body trembling with barely-contained rage. She stared down at the photo again, the headline practically burning itself into her brain.

"Remo Quinn cheating on his wife..."

It felt like the walls were closing in around her. The gossip, the whispers, they had all seen this, read this. They had been looking at her not with respect, but with pity—pity for the woman who had no idea her husband was allegedly having an affair.

The fury bubbled inside her, threatening to boil over. She threw the phone across the room with a violent scream, the glass screen shattering against the wall with a sharp crack.

How dare Nicole? How dare she think she could come between Abby and Remo? How dare she make Abby look like a fool in front of the entire world?

And Remo—he had lied. He had told her it was nothing, just an innocent encounter. But this picture, this news, said otherwise. Her mind raced with suspicion and doubt. Had he betrayed her? After everything they had been through, after everything she had done for him, could he really be stepping out with Nicole?

Abby’s mind spiraled into dark, twisted thoughts. She had warned Nicole—warned her to stay away from Remo. But it seemed the woman didn’t understand the seriousness of Abby’s threat. Nicole was clearly testing her, pushing boundaries, trying to see how far she could go.

Abby couldn’t allow this. She couldn’t let Nicole, or anyone else, think for even a second that they could take Remo from her. No, this had to stop, and it had to stop now. Abby clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she imagined the various ways she could make Nicole disappear—forever.

Her vision blurred with rage as a cold, calculated plan began to form in her mind. She would take care of this, and when she was finished, Nicole wouldn’t just regret crossing her—she would cease to exist as any kind of threat.

Abby stalked over to the window, staring out at the city below, her reflection staring back at her in the glass. But the woman in the reflection wasn’t the calm, composed version of herself she usually saw. No, this woman’s eyes were filled with madness, her smile twisted with dangerous intent.

"I warned you," she whispered, her voice low and deadly. "You should’ve listened."

Abby straightened, smoothing out the fabric of her dress as she made up her mind. She would handle this, just as she handled everything else. And when she was done, Remo would be hers—completely and utterly hers—without any distractions.

Her lips curled into a smile, dark and triumphant. It was time to remind everyone who they were dealing with.

No one, not even Nicole, would come between her and what was rightfully hers.

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