The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 289

The pain Abigail caused me left me feeling utterly hopeless. I wanted nothing more than to end it all and escape this miserable life and endless suffering.

But when I saw Lana's vibrant energy, I regretted it.

I wanted to live! I wanted to live on!

Starting now, I'd take my medication on time and cooperate with all the checkups. I'd fight to make myself stronger and no longer drown in the agony of impending death.

Just as I hailed a cab to head home, my phone buzzed with a trending news alert. The top headline was about me beating up Joshua at the hospital.

I turned off my phone, not interested in reading any of it. But the moment I got home and opened the door, I saw Abigail sitting on the living room couch, looking at me with a serious expression.

Her luggage was by her feet. It was clear she'd come straight here after getting off the plane.

I was amused to see her disheveled, travel-worn appearance. As expected, the most important person to her had always been Joshua.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have rushed back home the moment she saw the news and planted herself here, ready to interrogate me about why I hit Joshua.

Sure enough, just as the thought crossed my mind, Abigail's serious gaze met mine, and she asked, "Did you hit Joshua?"

I nodded calmly and answered without hesitation, "Yeah, I did."

My tone was steady. I expected her to be angry.

But to my surprise, she wasn't mad at all. Instead, she got up, walked over to me, and asked calmly, "Tell me why."

Abigail froze a little. Her gaze held a complexity I couldn't quite understand. After a moment's hesitation, she said again, "Samuel, I believe you had a reason for doing it. Please tell me why."

If Abigail had spoken to me like this in the past, if she had asked for my reasons like this, I would have been overjoyed and told her everything without reservation.

That was because I still loved her back then. I'd wanted her comfort. I'd wanted her to believe in me.

But that love had long since withered away. Seeing her now stirred no emotions in me. I didn't even feel the urge to explain myself. I just wanted to go to my room and rest.

Thus, I gently pushed Abigail aside and shook my head in exhaustion. "Abigail, I'm tired. I'm going to rest."

I turned to walk away, but she hugged me from behind. Her voice, soft and tinged with a hint of playfulness as she said, "Can I stay with you?"