The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 221

The place was bustling with a cacophony of noises.

It had been a long time since I'd been in such a crowded setting. For some reason, I felt a tinge of fear.

As I took in the scene before me, my instinct was to turn and run. However, as I glanced back, I saw a familiar figure approaching from a distance.

It was Abigail.

She wore a gentle smile on her face, and her arm was linked with Joshua's. She looked content and happy.

The sight struck me as utterly ridiculous.

Hadn't Abigail always insisted that I play along with her act, pretending to be the doting husband she wanted? And yet, what had she done?

All she'd given me was relentless humiliation and endless demands.

She never cared about how I felt. What mattered most to her was whether she benefited from it.

At that moment, I didn't even feel like confronting her anymore. If she chose to act this way, then she could face the consequences herself. After all, in the eyes of others, they would question her, not me.

I had fulfilled my duties and obligations as a husband. Beyond that, it wasn't something I should care about.

To Abigail, the person she cared about the most was probably Joshua. Otherwise, in a situation like this, the person she brought along should be me instead of Joshua.

Yet, Abigail hadn't told me about this banquet at all. That alone said a lot. At that moment, a lot of things became crystal clear to me.

Many people in the room started turning their attention toward Abigail and Joshua. Their expressions were full of surprise, not knowing what to say.

"Hmm… You're right," I replied.

Following him, I sat at a table on the far left, doing my best to stay as far from Abigail as possible. I didn't want to risk her noticing me and stirring up trouble again.

Nowadays, I'd even started to fear encountering her in public places like this. I simply didn't know how to talk to her anymore, or how to respond to others questioning our relationship.

I followed Hanson's instructions. After meeting a few clients with Silas, I told them I wasn't feeling too well and left early.

However, just as I got into a cab, my phone buzzed. It was a call from Sophia.

Over the phone, she angrily vented about Abigail to me, "Samuel, I went to the business reception banquet tonight. Guess who I saw?"