The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 253

Abigail's gaze was unusually serious. It felt as though she wouldn't let me leave until I gave her an answer.

I smiled faintly, trying to steady my emotions as I said softly, "Ask me whatever you want. If I know the answer, I'll be honest with you."

The moment I spoke, hesitation flickered in Abigail's eyes. She paused, then asked seriously, "Do you think I'm disgusting?"

I looked up at her abruptly, at a loss for words.

Did seeing Abigail disgust me? Did I recoil at the thought of touching her? The answer was yes.

She had been involved with so many men, each of whom had shared intimate moments with her. I had even gone out to buy them condoms. What else didn't I know?

Her relationships were no secret. The thought of her being close to other men made my skin crawl, a wave of nausea welling up inside me.

Saying I wasn't disgusted would be a lie. Nearly every time I saw her, memories of those things she did came flooding back.

I thought this was something we all silently acknowledged. But I never imagined she would confront me about it so directly.

How could I respond? Should I lie to make her feel better and say I wasn't disgusted? Would that make her feel entitled to push me around, humiliate me, and control me even more?

"Samuel, I know you misunderstand me deeply. But I swear, nothing ever happened between me and those men. I've always loved you," she said softly.

I stared at her in disbelief, wondering if I had heard her correctly. She insisted nothing had happened, that it was all in my head.

Who would believe that? Even if I told her I wasn't disgusted, she'd know I was only trying to appease her.

This was ridiculous. Did she really think saying such things would make me believe her past relationships with those men were innocent?

That was laughable. No one would believe it. Not me. Not anyone.