Addicted to Loving You: The Obsessed CEO’s Guilty Wife

The rain poured relentlessly. The ground was wet and hard. Even though it was summer, the cold was enough to send shivers through her bones. Emily Lane was dragged out of the car by Ethan Carter and thrown down in front of a tombstone. With a thud, she hit the ground hard. Her head slammed against the gravestone, immediately swelling into a lump. She stared up at him, defiant yet trembling with fear. The rain had soaked her to the core, and she shivered, her eyes cautiously watching him. “Still not kneeling?” Ethan’s voice was laced with disgust as his eyes flashed with cold fury. He hated how fragile she looked, hated her vulnerability. Without warning, he kicked the back of her knees. “You caused Lily’s death, and you can’t even pay your respects properly?” Her knees hit the concrete, the pain shooting through her body, but Emily didn’t dare cry. Crying would only make him despise her more. All this time, she thought if she just stayed by his side a little longer, one day he’d finally see her worth. For three years, she had given up everything—her career, her future as a doctor—just to be the woman standing behind Ethan Carter. Slowly, their relationship seemed to improve. But from the moment Lily Morgan died... Every bit of progress was destroyed—every second, every glance from him now made her feel like a thorn in his side. “Today is Lily’s seventh day.” His voice was disturbingly calm, like he was talking about something as casual as dinner. “You’ll keep vigil for her tonight.” The rain pelted down, soaking her further. Emily’s heart clenched. She looked up at him in disbelief. “You’re leaving me here, in the cemetery, all night?” “Don’t want to?” Ethan crouched down, his dark, cold eyes devoid of any warmth. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. “Lily’s accident happened after you handed her the car keys. Are you really going to tell me you had nothing to do with it?” With that, he pushed her head forward, slamming it against the gravestone three times. Blood trickled down her forehead, quickly washed away by the rain, its metallic scent lingering in the air. Only then did he let go, his entire demeanor cold and merciless. “This is what you owe her.” Emily’s face was ashen. How many times had she tried to explain that the keys weren’t given by her? That Lily had taken them on her own and only texted her afterward saying she borrowed the car? How many times did she need to say that the brake failure had nothing to do with her before he would finally believe her? She stared at his unforgiving profile, her heart aching. She had loved him for ten years. She had pursued him for ten years. But even after all this time, she still couldn’t compare to a single word from Lily Morgan. Lily had gotten married before, but before she did, she left Ethan with just one sentence: Find a wife. Only after that did Ethan finally turn his eyes to Emily, the girl who had always been there. Their marriage was built on Lily’s casual words, and now it was crumbling because of Lily’s death. But Emily wasn’t willing to give up... She had worked for so many years, just to make him realize that she existed, to finally become his wife. If she just kept holding on a little longer... Wouldn’t he eventually turn around and truly see her? “Fine. I’ll kneel.” Emily straightened her back, even though the pain in her knees made her gasp for breath. But no amount of physical pain could compare to the agony in her heart. “But not because I’m guilty—only because you’re telling me to.” She took a deep breath. “If it makes you happy, I’ll do anything.” If it made him happy, if it made him look at her for even a moment longer, she’d endure anything. For a fleeting second, something softened in Ethan’s eyes. But it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared. Before Lily died, she had spoken of Emily’s patience and hesitation. She was too kind. That’s why she’d been killed by this manipulative woman! As the thought of Lily clouded his mind, his expression hardened, turning cold once again. Emily, drenched to the bone, knelt on the ground like a fragile paper doll, ready to collapse at any moment. “Sean.” Ethan called to his assistant. “Watch her tonight. If she passes out, wake her up and make her kneel again.” And with that, without a trace of pity, he turned and walked away. Emily watched his retreating figure and gave a bitter smile. It was always the same. All he ever left her was his back.