CEO Broke Down and Cried After I Divorced Him novel Chapter 755

Elliot was entirely consumed by the madness of his desires, his thoughts fixated on one thing—making Suzy his.

“Elliot, calm down,” Suzy said firmly, struggling to free herself from his grip.

“Look at me. Listen to me. You need to calm down!”

“I can’t calm down!” Elliot cried, holding her tightly again.

“I want you. I only want you! Mentor, I’m begging you, give yourself to me. I don’t want to be your apprentice anymore. I want to be your man.”

As he spoke, his hands became increasingly aggressive, his behavior mirroring that of a desperate man with no control over himself.

Slap!

Suzy raised her hand and struck him across the face.

“Elliot Hayes, I’ve told you before—I am your mentor. Once a mentor, always a mentor. Our relationship will never change. Snap out of it!”

The sharp slap stunned Elliot, briefly pulling him back to his senses. His face twisted with pain and remorse as he looked at her.

“Mentor… I… I’m sorry. I don’t want to be like this, but I can’t control myself. I feel so terrible, so unbearably terrible!”

“I know,” Suzy said gently, her tone softening as she tried to console him.

“No matter how bad it feels, you have to hold on. Once we’re out of here, I’ll find a way to help you detox. Just trust me, okay? Be strong.”

“I want to listen to you,” Elliot said weakly, his voice trembling.

“But it’s getting worse. I’m burning up… I’m so thirsty…”

Before Suzy could respond, the mocking voice rang out again.

“Suzy, can’t you hear him? The poor boy is thirsty, hot, and in agony. As his mentor, are you really going to stand there and watch him suffer? Just give him what he needs—just this once!

“After all, it’s just the two of you here. Whatever happens, no one else will ever know. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it all a secret. I won’t tell a soul, not even Dylan Wright. You have my word.”

“Shut up!” Suzy roared, her voice shaking with fury.

“You’ll have to find me first. And let me be honest. You never will. You couldn’t even begin to guess my identity.”

Suzy’s brow furrowed. “So, she isn’t Charlotte after all?”

Her methods might mimic Charlotte’s, but maybe it was because she knew Charlotte well enough to replicate her.

“Don’t think that by saying this, you’ll throw me off,” Suzy retorted coldly.

“I’ve already figured out who you are.”

“Oh, I’m sure you have,” the voice mocked.

“You’ve been convinced I’m Charlotte, haven’t you? Well, let me make one thing clear. I’m not her. Charlotte has been dead for a long time. You confirmed it yourself, didn’t you? Multiple times, in fact.

“And let’s not forget Claude Harlow. You buried them both with your own hands. Or have you started doubting even yourself?”

“Whether it’s true or not, we both know the answer,” Suzy countered, her voice sharp. “You’re only trying to confuse me. No matter how well you disguise yourself, you can’t hide the truth. You are Charlotte!”