The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 212: My husband

Chapter 212: My husband

As Abby and Remo made their way through the room, the tension seemed to crackle in the air, a palpable energy that sent shivers down Abby’s spine. But she refused to let the discomfort faze her, her steps purposeful and determined as they approached her uncle.

Her uncle’s dark look did not waver as they drew near, his eyes cold and calculating as they bore into Abby’s. But she held her ground, refusing to back down in the face of his hostility.

"Uncle," Abby greeted him coolly, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her.

Her uncle’s lips twisted into a sneer, his disdain evident in every line of his face. "Abigail," he replied curtly, his tone dripping with venom.

Abby felt a surge of anger bubbling up inside her at the dismissive tone in her uncle’s voice, but she swallowed it back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her lose her composure.

Instead, she turned her attention to his business partner, offering him a polite smile and a firm handshake. "It’s a pleasure to meet you," she said, her voice calm and composed.

The man returned her gesture with a nod of his head, his eyes flickering briefly with curiosity as he glanced between Abby and her uncle. But he said nothing, choosing instead to focus on the matter at hand.

Abby’s uncle’s eyes narrowed as he turned his attention to Remo, his gaze assessing as he took in the imposing figure standing beside Abby. "And who might this be?" he inquired, his tone laced with thinly veiled curiosity.

Remo stood tall and unflinching, his expression unreadable as he met her uncle’s gaze head-on. "I’m Remo," he replied evenly, his voice carrying a quiet strength that demanded attention.

Abby watched her uncle closely, her senses on high alert as she waited for his response. She knew that Remo’s presence by her side would likely raise questions, but she was prepared to handle whatever came their way.

Her uncle’s lips curled into a disdainful smirk as he looked Remo up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on the subtle bulge beneath Remo’s suit jacket that hinted at the presence of a concealed weapon. "And what is your relationship to my niece?" he asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.

Abby bristled at the implication behind her uncle’s question, but she kept her composure, her voice steady as she spoke up. "Remo is my husband," she stated firmly, her words leaving no room for doubt.

Her uncle’s smirk faltered slightly at the revelation, a flicker of surprise flashing across his features before he quickly masked it with a mask of indifference. "Ah, I see," he replied smoothly, though there was a hint of unease in his voice.

"Nice to meet you, Mr...?" Abby’s uncle trailed off, a hint of uncertainty coloring his words as he struggled to recall Remo’s name.

Remo extended his hand with a confident smile. "Quinn," he replied smoothly, his grip firm as he shook her uncle’s hand.

Abby’s uncle’s confusion was evident in the furrow of his brow and the slight narrowing of his eyes as Remo introduced himself as Mr. Quinn. The name seemed to strike a chord of recognition within him, though he couldn’t quite place where he had heard it before.

"Quinn," he repeated slowly, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the connection. But before he could voice his thoughts, the business partner interjected, his voice light with amusement.

"Ah, that’s why you looked a little familiar," he chuckled, turning to Remo with a knowing smile. "Is your brother Matteo Quinn?"

Remo nodded, his expression neutral as he confirmed the connection. "Yeah," he replied simply, his tone betraying nothing of the significance behind the name.

Harrison’s confusion deepened at the revelation, his mind racing with the implications of Remo’s familial connection. Matteo Quinn was a name synonymous with power and influence, a wealthy businessman with connections that stretched far and wide.

For years, Abby’s uncle had been trying to win Matteo Quinn’s favor, knowing that securing his business could catapult him to new heights of success. The mere mention of the name sent a surge of excitement through him, but it was tempered by a sense of unease at the realization that Remo, Matteo’s brother, was standing before him.

Abby’s uncle’s mind raced with questions as he tried to make sense of the situation unfolding before him. The revelation that Abby was married to Remo Quinn, the brother of Matteo Quinn, left him reeling with disbelief.

He struggled to reconcile the image of his niece, whom he had known since she was a child, with the idea of her being involved with someone as powerful and enigmatic as Remo Quinn. Married, no less. It all seemed like a cruel joke, a twist of fate designed to mock him.

"Married?" he repeated incredulously, his voice tinged with a mixture of shock and disbelief. "But where did you meet such a powerful man like Remo Quinn?"

Abby squared her shoulders, her gaze steady as she met her uncle’s incredulous stare head-on. "Remo and I met through mutual acquaintances," she explained calmly, though her words carried a hint of defiance. "And yes, we’re married."

Her uncle’s expression darkened with suspicion, his mind working overtime as he tried to unravel the mystery of their union. Married to a man like Remo Quinn—a name synonymous with power and influence—was a far cry from the life he had envisioned for his niece.

"Is this some kind of joke?" he demanded, his tone laced with skepticism as he searched Abby’s face for any sign of deception.

Abby’s jaw tightened with resolve, her gaze unwavering as she met her uncle’s accusatory stare. "No, uncle," she replied firmly, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning within her. "This is not a joke."

Abby’s uncle’s eyes bore into Remo’s, searching for any sign of deception or amusement in his demeanor. But Remo’s expression remained impassive, his gaze steady as he met Abby’s uncle’s scrutiny head-on.

"No joke," Remo replied evenly, his voice betraying none of the turmoil swirling beneath the surface. "Abby and I are married."

The business partner’s timely intervention broke the tension that had been building in the air, his words offering a brief respite from the weight of the moment. Abby’s uncle took a moment to compose himself, his mind still reeling from the revelation of Abby’s marriage to Remo Quinn.

"Congratulations, Mr. Quinn," the business partner continued, his voice warm and genuine. "You two make a lovely couple."

Remo’s eyes softened as he glanced at Abby, a warmth spreading through him at the business partner’s compliment. He turned to Abby, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he reached out to lightly brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

"Thank you," Remo replied, his voice filled with genuine appreciation as he met Abby’s gaze. "I couldn’t agree more."

Abby’s cheeks flushed at Remo’s display of affection, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she returned his gaze. Despite the eyes of the room now on them, she felt a sense of comfort and reassurance in Remo’s presence, a silent reminder that they were in this together.

The business partner’s comment had not gone unnoticed by those around them, and Abby could feel the curious glances of onlookers as they observed the interaction between her and Remo. Whispers began to ripple through the room, speculation mounting as to the nature of their relationship.

But Abby paid the whispers no mind, her focus solely on the man beside her.

People watched with keen interest, their gazes drawn to the undeniable chemistry between Abby and Remo.

The business partner nodded in approval, his eyes lingering on the couple with a mixture of admiration and intrigue. "Your wife is truly beautiful," he remarked, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You’re a lucky man."

Remo’s heart swelled with pride at the compliment directed towards Abby, his admiration for her beauty evident in the warmth that flooded his gaze. He reached out to pull her close, his arm encircling her waist as he drew her in with a gentle yet possessive touch.

"Indeed I am."

With a soft smile, Remo pressed a tender kiss to Abby’s temple, his lips lingering against her skin for a moment longer than necessary.

As Remo’s lips brushed against her skin, Abby couldn’t help but feel a surge of curiosity from the onlookers who had been watching their interaction. The whispers and murmurs that had been circulating around them only intensified, as people exchanged curious glances and speculative remarks.

Remo’s public display of affection towards Abby drew the attention of the onlookers, a few individuals in the crowd couldn’t help but feel a prickling sense of jealousy and resentment bubbling up within them.

Among the spectators, Abby’s jealous ex-fiancée, Alex, watched with narrowed eyes, his jaw clenched tight as he observed Remo’s tender gesture towards Abby. Despite their past, he couldn’t deny the pang of envy that shot through him at the sight of Abby looking so radiant in Remo’s arms. He gritted his teeth, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to suppress the surge of bitterness that threatened to consume him.