The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 296

In the past, I could endure Luke's behavior over and over again.

That was because I had been filled with despair, my heart hollow, and my thoughts about the future bleak. I had no desire to continue living.

All I wanted was to bring my short, sorrowful life to a quick end without any lingering attachments to the world.

But now, my perspective had changed. I no longer wanted to live according to anyone else's expectations. I only wanted to be true to myself.

Seeing my calm demeanor and refusal to retreat, Luke didn't say another word. He continued driving in silence.

The car stopped at my house. I gently patted Abigail's hand and spoke to her in a soft, tender tone. "Abigail, wake up. We're home."

"Mhm, okay," Abigail replied. Her voice was soft and with a hint of playful sweetness. Instead of getting up immediately, she wrapped her arms around my neck.

This intimate gesture made Luke's face turn as dark as a stormy sky.

But, just as I'd told him before, he was nothing more than Abigail's assistant. He had no right to interfere in anything between Abigail and me.

"Samuel, carry me inside, okay?" Abigail buried her face in my chest while acting all coy.

I nodded softly as I let her lean on me and indulge in this moment of tenderness.

"Thank you for driving us back. Goodbye."

I wasn't impolite. Since Luke had driven us home, it was only right to offer a simple word of thanks. Whether or not he accepted it was none of my concern.

As expected, Luke didn't respond. The moment I got out of the car, he slammed the door shut and drove off in a hurry, as if eager to get as far away from me as possible.

It felt as if I were a dying fish, gasping on the shore, only to be thrown back into the vast ocean. I was overwhelmed with joy.

"Abigail, where did you find this?" My eyes reddened, and my gaze was filled with eagerness as I looked at her, desperate for an answer.

Abigail let out a soft laugh. She said in a gentle tone, "I attended a charity auction after a banquet, and I happened to see this ring on display. I bought it right away."

I clenched the ring tightly in my hand and pulled her into a tight, heartfelt hug. "Abigail, thank you. Thank you very much."

With a gentle laugh, she said softly, "We're husband and wife, Samuel. There's no need for thanks. Besides, you only sold the ring back then to help me through my troubles.

"Samuel, now that the ring has returned to us, does that mean our love will also be restored to how it used to be? Whole and unbroken?"