The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 333: Killed her

Remo sat there, staring at the floor, the weight of the past crashing down on him in a way he hadn’t expected. For years, he had lived with the blurred memories of Isabella, the woman he thought he had loved, the woman whose death had haunted him. But now, the truth had ripped open old wounds he didn’t even realize were festering.

Abby watched him, her heart breaking for him. She had never seen him like this. Remo was always the strong one—the unshakable force in her life, the man who stood tall even when everything around them crumbled. But now, sitting here with the truth of Isabella’s betrayal hanging between them, he looked...lost.

"Remo..." Abby whispered, her voice gentle. She reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He didn’t react at first, his body tense and rigid, as if he were holding himself together by sheer willpower. But then, slowly, he turned his head to look at her. His dark eyes, usually so full of fire and determination, were now clouded with pain and confusion. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"I don’t know what to do with this," Remo finally said, his voice raw, barely above a whisper. "I’ve spent so long trying to forget her, trying to move on... and now... now it turns out I didn’t even know the truth."

Abby moved closer, her hand gently trailing down his arm, offering him a quiet comfort. "You don’t have to figure it out right now," she said softly. "You’ve been through so much already. You don’t have to carry this alone."

Remo’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, Abby thought he might push her away, retreat back into the cold shell he sometimes wore like armor. But instead, something in him seemed to break. His hands, which had been gripping the edge of the couch tightly, loosened, and his whole body sagged as if the weight of everything was finally too much to bear.

"I don’t even remember it clearly," he admitted, his voice shaking. "I thought... I thought I loved her. I thought I’d lost everything when she died. But now..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "I didn’t even know who she really was."

Abby felt tears prick at her eyes. She couldn’t imagine how hard this was for him. To find out that the woman he had mourned, the woman he had once believed to be his future, had betrayed him in the worst way. And not only that—he had chased her, had been a part of the tragedy that had taken her life. The guilt he must be feeling was unimaginable.

"You didn’t deserve that," Abby said, her voice firm. "None of this was your fault, Remo. You were betrayed. You were hurt. And what happened after... it wasn’t on you. You’ve carried this guilt for too long."

Remo’s eyes flicked to hers, a storm of emotions swirling within them. "I chased her, Abby," he said, his voice breaking. "I couldn’t let her go. I was so angry, so heartbroken... and I chased her. And now she’s dead. How can you say it wasn’t my fault?"

Abby took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. "Listen to me," she said, her voice strong. "You didn’t kill her, Remo. What happened was an accident. You were hurt, betrayed, but that doesn’t make you responsible for her death. You need to stop carrying this weight."

For a long moment, Remo just stared at her, his eyes searching hers for something—maybe forgiveness, maybe absolution. Abby held his gaze, her hands still cradling his face, her thumbs gently stroking his skin. She wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone, that he didn’t have to carry this burden by himself anymore.

And then, something in him shifted. The hardness in his eyes began to soften, the tension in his shoulders eased. He closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against hers. His breath was shaky, uneven, as if he were trying to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Abby smiled softly, though her heart ached for him. "You don’t have to do it without me," she replied. "I’m here, Remo. I’ll always be here."

For a moment, they just sat there, their foreheads resting against each other, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. Abby could feel the raw vulnerability radiating from him, and it broke her heart to see the man she loved—the strong, powerful, unbreakable Remo—brought to this point. But at the same time, she was grateful that he trusted her enough to let her see this side of him.

Slowly, Remo pulled back, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he looked at her with a mixture of love and pain. "I don’t deserve you," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Abby shook her head, her fingers gently brushing the hair away from his forehead. "You deserve more than you think, Remo. You’ve been through so much, but that doesn’t make you unworthy of love. It doesn’t make you unworthy of happiness."

He gave her a small, sad smile. "I don’t know how to let go of the past."

"You don’t have to let go all at once," she said softly. "But you can take it one step at a time. And I’ll be here for every step. You’re not alone anymore."

Remo let out a shaky breath, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her tightly, as if he were afraid that if he let go, he would fall apart. Abby held him just as tightly, her heart swelling with love for this man who had been through so much pain and still managed to be strong.

"I love you," Remo whispered into her hair, his voice raw and honest.

"I love you too," Abby replied, her voice equally soft.

They stayed like that for a while, holding each other in the quiet of their home, finding comfort in each other’s presence. The weight of the past still lingered, but for now, in this moment, they found peace in knowing they didn’t have to face it alone.

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