The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 234

Blair's tone was heartfelt, and she spoke with such politeness and caution that it seemed as if she was afraid of offending me.

Sometimes, I did feel that my attitude toward her might have been overly harsh.

After all, she hasn't done anything wrong. She had just inexplicably fallen for me, and the way I treated her was undeniably cruel.

If she weren't so persistent in pursuing me, I might have been able to talk to her normally, perhaps even become good friends.

However, her relentless pursuit was extremely annoying. To be honest, I find Blair and Abigail to be quite similar.

Both of them, in their own ways, have brought me significant distress with their unrestrained pestering.

Initially, I had decided to endure the remainder of my days with Abigail. At least she was able to help me. All I needed to do was endure her torment. It wasn't all that unbearable.

But now, I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of unease. It seemed wrong to go on like this.

Why should I allow Abigail to humiliate me like that? Why shouldn't I resist? Why did I have to submit to her every whim?

If this were back when we were deeply in love, I would've willingly done anything for her, even sacrificing everything I had.

However, at this point, that feeling was long gone.

Abigail harbored a deep hatred for me, constantly seeking ways to humiliate and torment me. Meanwhile, I've been worn down to the point where I could hardly resist anymore. Although I was still alive, I felt like a lifeless puppet.

Was there a point in continuing a relationship like that?

Suddenly, I felt a headache coming and decided to push those thoughts away for now.

Just then, I heard a faint knock at the door. The sound startled me, causing my heart to skip a beat.

I did not answer her call because I did not want to deal with her, yet she had still gone to such lengths to come looking for me right in my home.

Did she really not get the message?

I shook my head lightly, trying to feign indifference and answered in a calm tone, "I'm fine. Thanks for your concern. There's nothing wrong with me. Can you rest assured now?"

"I…"

She seemed to have more to say, but I raised a hand to stop her. I said, "I haven't eaten yet. We can chat another time. Goodbye."

With that, I began closing the door, ready to go back inside. But to my surprise, Blair pushed the door open and walked right in.

I stared at her in shock and asked in disbelief, "What do you think you're doing? Do you realize that this counts as trespassing?"