The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 246

Lana was still so young, and she finally had a chance to survive.

I couldn't bear to face the pain of losing someone close again.

Memories of Kayla flooded back to me, and I thought about how I'd lost her because I couldn't afford the medical bills. The regret gripped my soul, and tears flowed uncontrollably down my face.

For countless nights, I've dreamt of Kayla standing before me, her face filled with anger as she furiously asked me why I didn't save her. I would be at a loss for words, unable to give her an answer. I just stood there like a fool, begging for her forgiveness.

Just then, the sound of the laptop being shut snapped me back to reality. It seemed that Abigail hadn't noticed what I had been searching for.

After closing the laptop, she looked at me with a trace of surprise, asking in a bewildered tone, "Samuel, why are you crying?"

"Huh?" I stared at her, stunned, and instinctively reached up to touch my face.

Only then did I realize my face was covered in tears.

The weight of everything from earlier had nearly driven me to a mental breakdown.

Abigail walked up to me briskly, wiping away the tears on my face with her hand. She said in a gentle tone, "What's wrong? If there's anything bothering you, you can tell me anytime."

I couldn't tell what she meant by those words.

Was she testing me? Or was she hinting at something else?

I didn't dare overthink it. Instead, I quickly wiped the remaining tears from my face and forced a smile. "It's nothing. Don't worry. It's just from the onions I used in the sauce earlier."

Hearing that, Abigail seemed relieved.

I didn't know how to answer her, so I chose to keep silent.

Suddenly, Abigail reached out and grabbed my hand. Her smile grew warmer as she said, "Samuel, don't avoid me. You're my husband, and I'm your wife. It's only natural for us to be together."

I panicked, not knowing how to respond. I only wished to get out of there as soon as possible.

However, Abigail wouldn't let me go and leaned in closer.

My breathing grew heavier as I tumbled back a few steps. I pointed hastily to the stovetop. "Stop it, or the food will burn. This whole batch of meat would be wasted."

Hearing me say that, she finally relented, but her gaze remained fixed on me, unwavering.