The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 120

The previous housekeeper also bore the same last name—Jenkins. She was kind and often comforted us when Abigail and I had fought. She was always doing what she could to ease the tension between us.

But after I moved out of this house, Abigail had changed the housekeeper. It made me wonder if she had done it on purpose.

Abigail, however, walked up to me with a smile, explaining, "Margaret's daughter-in-law had a baby last week, so she's at home helping with the child.

"Samuel, you're the man of this house. When the housekeeper asks you who you are, you should just tell her. Then, she won't trouble you anymore. Why are you so stubborn and unwilling to say a simple sentence?"

Abigail questioned me with an almost mocking expression on her face, but I stayed silent.

I knew exactly what she was doing. She was using this situation to humiliate me.

If I had told the housekeeper that I was Abigail's husband and the man of the house, Abigail would've found a hundred more reasons to trap me.

I didn't respond and just walked past her to sit down in the living room.

On the dining table was a lavish candlelit dinner.

Abigail walked toward the flickering light and sat down. She gestured to the chair beside her and asked, "Why are you sitting so far away? I can't hear you."

Seeing the way she looked at me, confident that I would go over to her, I knew that refusing her would only lead to some other form of madness from her.

Reluctantly, I stood up and walked over to sit beside her.

Abigail raised a glass of wine, smiling as she shook it slightly. "I know you can't drink, so I had orange juice prepared for you. Come, have a drink with me."

I couldn't afford to refuse her. After all, I was here today because she was threatening me.

If I rejected her, who knew what she'd come up with next to torment me?

So, I held my breath and drank the entire glass of orange juice in one go.

Abigail watched me with satisfaction. After taking a sip of her wine, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Samuel, don't you want to know why I treat Joshua so well?"

I remained silent, but Abigail gave a self-deprecating smile and continued, "When you left me in my most helpless and desperate time, I saw a short video online of Joshua. He was still a small-time actor at the time.

"In the video, he was lying on the ground, playing the part of a dying person. Even after getting injured in an explosion scene, he hadn't complained. Instead, he had said, 'Hang in there. Things will get better. This, too, shall pass.'"