The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 326: He knew..

Abby paced anxiously in the living room, her heart racing, her mind a tangled web of fears and suspicions. She had felt it all day, the weight of something terrible hanging in the air, pulling her deeper into the pit she had been trying to climb out of. Every creak of the house, every shift in the shadows made her jump.

Where was Remo? Why wasn’t he home yet?

She wrapped her arms around herself, her mind spinning. Ever since that night—since the attack—things had shifted between them. She could feel it. Remo had been distant, watching her with a mixture of concern and something darker, something she couldn’t place. It terrified her. The whispers in her mind told her he knew something—something about her, about the truth she had been trying to hide for so long.

Suddenly, the door clicked open, and Abby froze. Her heart leapt into her throat as she watched Remo step into the house. Her breath caught at the sight of him. His usually pristine suit was stained with blood, his hands streaked with it, his face pale but composed.

For a moment, she couldn’t move. She just stared at him, at the blood, at the quiet intensity in his eyes. Her mind raced with a hundred different thoughts—what had he done? Who had he hurt? But above all, the fear that tugged at her heart was that it somehow had to do with her.

"Remo?" Her voice was barely a whisper as she stepped toward him, her fingers trembling as they reached out, wanting to touch him, to reassure herself that he was okay. "What happened?"

Remo stood still for a moment, his dark eyes watching her carefully. "It’s not mine," he said, his voice steady, as if trying to comfort her. "The blood... it’s not mine."

Abby blinked, her heart still racing. He was trying to calm her down, but his words didn’t bring the relief she had hoped for. She frowned, stepping closer to him. "Then whose is it?" she asked softly, her voice cracking slightly.

Remo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he wiped a hand across his face, his expression hard but weary. He looked like he had been through a war—a war she couldn’t see but could feel in the tension between them.

But Abby didn’t ask again. She knew better. She knew who Remo was, knew the life he led, and she had accepted that long ago. He was her protector, her savior. Whatever he had done, he had done for them—for her.

Without another word, Abby stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. She could feel the warmth of his body, the solidness of him, and for a moment, the chaos in her mind quieted. She didn’t care about the blood or the secrets he wasn’t telling her. She just needed him.

Remo stood there, motionless for a second, before his arms circled around her, pulling her in tightly. He rested his chin on the top of her head, his breath slow and steady. "It’s over," he whispered, his voice soft but firm. "It’s done."

Abby didn’t know what he meant, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that he was home, that he was here with her.

After a long moment, she pulled away, her eyes searching his face. There was something different in his expression, something heavier. He wasn’t just thinking about what had happened tonight. He was thinking about her, about them.

Remo took her hand gently, leading her toward the sofa. "Abby, there’s something we need to talk about," he said, his voice low but resolute.

Abby’s heart sank, her pulse quickening with anxiety. She knew what was coming before he even said it. She had felt it building for weeks—the distance, the concern in his eyes every time he looked at her. The whispers in her mind had been telling her for days that something was wrong, that he was pulling away.

He sat down beside her, his hand still holding hers, his thumb gently rubbing over her knuckles. He hesitated for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully, before finally speaking.

"I want you to see someone, Abby," Remo said softly. "A specialist. Someone who can help you get better."

Abby’s stomach twisted, her chest tightening as his words sank in. A specialist. Get better. She felt like the walls were closing in around her. He knew. He had always known.

Her lips trembled as she tried to respond, but her voice caught in her throat. "You think... you think I’m crazy," she whispered, her eyes welling up with tears.

Remo shook his head quickly, his grip on her hand tightening. "No, Abby. I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’ve been through so much—too much—and it’s weighing on you. You’re carrying all of this alone, and I can’t help you the way you need."

Tears streamed down her face now, her body trembling as she pulled her hand from his and covered her face, trying to hide the sobs that were escaping her. She had been trying so hard to keep it together, to hide the madness that had been clawing at her mind for weeks. But now, hearing him say it out loud, hearing him acknowledge what she had been so terrified to admit to herself—it shattered her.

"I’m not broken," she choked out, her voice weak and raw. "I’m not..."

"I know you’re not," Remo said gently, his voice calm and soothing. "You’re strong, Abby. But I need you to be well. I need you with me, and I need you to trust me when I say this is the best way forward."

Abby looked up at him, her vision blurry from the tears. His face was calm, loving, but there was something else there too—something determined. He wasn’t asking. He was telling her. He wanted her to get help.

"And once you’re better," Remo continued, his voice soft but firm, "we’ll get married. I want to marry you, Abby. I want you with me forever."

His words should have been a comfort, should have made her feel like she had a future to look forward to. But instead, they broke her even more. He wanted her—but only if she was "better." Only if she was fixed.

"You knew," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "You always knew."

Remo’s expression softened, his eyes filled with love and concern. "I’ve known something was wrong for a while, yes. But I didn’t want to push you. I wanted to give you space, but I can’t wait any longer, Abby. I can’t lose you."

Abby’s heart twisted painfully as she looked at him, at the man she loved so deeply but felt she was losing. He was right—there was something broken inside her, something dark and twisted that had been growing for too long. But hearing him say it, knowing he saw it too—it shattered her.

She couldn’t hold it back any longer. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably as Remo pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly as she cried. She hated feeling this way, hated feeling like she was losing control, like she was losing him.

"I’m scared," she whispered through her tears, her voice small and broken.

"I know," Remo murmured, his voice soft and steady. "But I’m not going anywhere, Abby. We’ll get through this. I promise."

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