The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 304

Silas and the others had clearly had enough of Marcus.

Seeing him openly insult me, their expressions grew darker, their patience completely gone. They didn't hold back, pointing at Marcus and shouting angrily, their voices echoing throughout the office.

Marcus' face turned beet red as he yelled back, his voice dripping with rage, "How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Dare? Of course we dare! You're nothing but a lapdog!" Silas fired back, stepping closer and jabbing a finger at Marcus' chest.

Marcus' composure cracked further as he screamed, "Are you all blind? What's so great about this guy?" He gestured toward me dismissively. "What does he have that even compares to Mr. Levine?"

Finally, he had let it slip. Marcus' loyalty to Joshua had been the driving force behind his tirade all along. He didn't even try to hide it anymore. He launched into a rant, tearing me down in an attempt to defend Joshua's so-called honor.

Before I could respond, Silas stepped in, his tone sharp and cutting, "Oh, you want to know what makes Samuel better than your precious Joshua? Let me tell you."

Silas' voice grew louder and more confident. "Do you know how many of the biggest hits in the industry were written by Samuel? Including Joshua's most famous song, 'Eternal Love?' Yeah, Samuel wrote that one. Without him, your boy wouldn't even have a career!"

Silas' words hit like a hammer, and Marcus visibly faltered. His bravado crumbled as he struggled to come up with a response.

"Name one other hit song Joshua can claim as his own," Silas pressed. "I'll wait."

The silence that followed was deafening. Marcus' face darkened, and he clenched his fists, clearly seething but unable to argue. Without another word, he spun on his heel and stormed out of the room.

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Once Marcus was gone, Silas turned to me, his concern evident. "Are you okay, Samuel?"

I gave him a small smile and nodded. "I'm fine. Really."

But deep down, I felt a flicker of gratitude. Silas and the others had gone out of their way to defend me, to stand up for my name and my dignity.

He wasn't my father, but he cared for me like one. He provided for me, gave me a home, and made sure I never went without. But no amount of material comfort could fill the void inside me—the longing to be loved and accepted.

That longing reached its peak when I met Abigail.

When she walked into my life, everything changed. She became the person I clung to, the person I wanted to build a future with.

So, when she asked me to marry her, I was overjoyed. I thought I had finally found the love and family I had been searching for.

For a brief moment, I believed we'd have a happy life together.

But what awaited me wasn't a dream—it was a nightmare.

Abigail's affection disappeared almost as soon as we said, "I do." Her treatment of me spiraled downward, transforming me from a hopeful, optimistic man into nothing more than a puppet—humiliated and controlled at every turn.