The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 149

After saying that, I left the living room without looking back.

I had expected Abigail to chase after me, but to my surprise, she didn't. Instead, she quickly returned to the kitchen and started cooking.

I sat on a chair in the guest room, idly fiddling with my phone. All I could think about was how to escape from this place as quickly as possible.

Abigail had created a prison for me, and I had to leave before I got in any deeper.

Half an hour later, Abigail knocked on my door.

The Abigail I knew would never be so respectful.

She would always kick the door open violently and yell at me angrily. She'd ask, "Why did you lock the door? Are you trying to keep me out? Samuel, you're my man. I can do whatever I want. You have no right to stop me!"

What followed was always humiliation and torment.

Thinking about what had happened in the past, my heart ached even more. It felt like there was a weight on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

I didn't want another conflict, so I got up and followed her out.

On the dining table, an array of meticulously plated dishes awaited. It was obvious she had put effort into making them look perfect.

But I couldn't forget that Abigail had done the same for others.

She had memorized Joshua's preferences, often making soup or meals he liked. Yet, she never remembered that I hated cilantro.

Seeing the ribs garnished by the cilantro, I lost my appetite.

Abigail picked up a rib, placing it on my plate with a smile. "Why aren't you eating? Don't you like it?"

"No, it's very good," I replied, nodding slightly. I picked up the rib and endured the nauseating taste of cilantro as I took a bite.

Abigail seemed very pleased with my reaction. She nodded with a smile and said softly, "Samuel, there's something I want to talk to you about."

I stared at her in confusion and asked, "Not satisfied? Then, what more do you want?"

Abigail got up and walked toward me.

She pinched my chin and said coldly, "Samuel, mark my words. No matter what stunts you pull, you will always be my husband. That's a fact you can't change. If you want a divorce, it's not happening. Not unless you're dead."

The familiar threat rang in my ears once again.

Before witnessing Abigail's ruthlessness, I had clung to a sliver of hope. I thought she wouldn't go to such extremes. But over time, I came to realize just how cruel she could be, dragging me into the abyss without hesitation.

I looked at the woman I had once loved, now staring at me with a twisted expression as if I were her mortal enemy.

There was no going back for us.

It was a pity that Abigail refused to see it—or perhaps, she simply chose not to.