The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 243

Abigail stared straight at me, seemingly trying to determine if I was lying.

My heart sank. I knew she would be disappointed by my response.

I had managed to forget such an important date. How would she feel? Would she be sad?

The answer was probably no. She wouldn't care at all. The only reason she brought it up in front of me was likely to test my loyalty to her.

After all, she hadn't cared about our wedding anniversaries before this.

There were several times when I lovingly prepared gifts and cooked candlelit dinners, waiting for her to come home and celebrate. Yet she always seemed to forget the date, showing no regard for what should have been significant moments for us.

Since then, I stopped taking the initiative to prepare for any of our wedding anniversaries. If it was destined to end in disappointment, why should I bother humiliating myself?

Just then, she suddenly walked up to me. At such a short distance, I could clearly feel the warmth of her breath.

A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes brimmed with affection as she gazed into my eyes. Her voice was soft and tender as she asked, "Samuel, did you prepare a gift for me?"

Her eyes seemed expectant, as if not having a gift for her would be an unforgivable sin.

I didn't know how to respond. Suddenly, I recalled that I bought a diamond necklace during the first year of our marriage, intending for it to be the wedding anniversary gift.

It was a shame that Abigail did not return home that day, saying that she had to go on a business trip, when in fact, she was meeting some other guy outside.

That gift has since been kept in the drawer of my study the entire time.

But now, all that remained were my laughable efforts and love that had gone unappreciated.

I took the necklace and returned to the kitchen, where I found Abigail still waiting for me, her eyes brimming with tenderness, as if gazing at the man she loved most in the world.

But I knew none of that was real.

How could I possibly be the person she loved most? That was just another one of her cruel ways to torment me.

She wanted me to lose myself in the illusion of her affection, only to push me away and humiliate me later on. It was the method she used most frequently to torment me.

"It's a diamond necklace. Do you like it?" I asked, holding out the necklace to her and forcing a smile the whole time.