The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 302

Afterward, Abigail lay curled up in my arms, soft and delicate like a kitten.

Her eyes were filled with an unfamiliar tenderness as they locked onto mine. She whispered, "Samuel, stay with me. Don't get distracted."

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. But deep down, something felt off.

Even as her attitude toward me softened with each passing day, it all felt too staged—like a performance carefully designed for me to see.

I didn't dare hope for more. All I wanted was for the coming days to pass peacefully, free of the chaos and drama that had consumed so much of my life.

I tried to steady myself, brushing aside my doubts and sadness. I decided that I'd let whatever happened drift away like leaves in the wind.

…

The next morning, I woke to an empty house. Abigail was already gone. But what surprised me was the breakfast waiting for me on the dining table.

Jane greeted me with a cheerful smile, "Mrs. Gebb got up at 5:30 am to prepare all that for you. She spent over an hour in the kitchen, working hard to make sure everything was just right."

I walked into the kitchen, stunned. Laid out before me was a full spread of food, all freshly made.

Abigail's effort left me speechless.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a glimmer of warmth—like I wasn't just a forgotten shadow in someone's life. For a brief moment, it made me think that maybe there was something worth looking forward to.

Silas sighed, clearly exasperated. "He's been dumping all his work on us and then taking credit for everything we do!"

The more he talked, the angrier he got. He slammed his fist against the desk, his frustration boiling over. "He's so full of himself. He just sits there, letting us do everything while he reaps all the rewards. It's infuriating!"

Another colleague, one of our younger team members, walked over, equally outraged.

"Silas is right," he said, shaking his head in frustration. "Joshua's the worst. He treats us like we're here to serve him. What gives him the right? Does he think he's above doing actual work? I can't believe Mr. Jigman ever let him join the team."

I stood there, unsure of what to say to calm them down.

But before I could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway.