Chapter 295: Bleed for him
Abby sat alone in the dimly lit room, swirling the wine in her glass as the clock ticked away the seconds. The quiet was suffocating, pressing down on her like a heavy blanket, amplifying the gnawing anxiety that had taken root in her chest. She had been patient, waiting for Remo to come to her after his confession, but the days had passed with nothing but cold silence. Her grip on the glass tightened, the knuckles of her hand turning white as she tried to calm the storm raging inside her.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. They were supposed to be together, finally free to live the life she had meticulously planned. She had worked too hard, manipulated too many people, and played too many games to lose him now. But something had changed. Remo had become distant, pulling away from her just when he had promised his love. She knew what had caused this shift—it was that blonde woman, Nicole. Abby’s lips curled into a sneer at the thought. That bitch had somehow gotten inside Remo’s head, filling it with doubts and fears.
Abby brought the glass to her lips, the bitter wine sliding down her throat, leaving a harsh aftertaste that matched the bitterness welling up inside her. Her eyes flicked to the mirror across the room, catching a glimpse of her reflection. She barely recognized herself. Her usually composed expression was fractured, twisted with a mix of desperation and fury. She had worked too hard to lose now. Remo was hers, and she wasn’t about to let anyone take him away.
He’s pulling away from you. You need to do something before it’s too late, the familiar voice whispered in her mind, the words slicing through her like a knife. It was a voice she knew all too well, a dark echo from her past that had never really left her. You have to make him see that he can’t live without you.
Abby’s breath hitched, and she set the wine glass down on the table, her hand trembling. She had always been able to get what she wanted, always able to manipulate people into doing her bidding. But this time felt different. Remo had seen through people before; he wasn’t as easily controlled as others had been. But she couldn’t let that stop her. She wouldn’t let it stop her.
Her mind raced, searching for a way to bring him back to her, to make him need her the way she needed him. How could she make him love her again? The voice in her head offered a simple solution, one she had considered many times before. Hurt yourself. Make him come to you. That’s the only way he’ll see how much you need him.
The suggestion hung in the air, wrapping itself around her like a noose. Abby stared at herself in the mirror, the twisted reflection staring back at her, daring her to do it. Her heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm quickening as she contemplated the idea. It wasn’t the first time she had resorted to such measures, and it wouldn’t be the last. She needed Remo. She had always needed him, and she would do whatever it took to keep him.