The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 305

It didn't matter to me how others insulted me. I stopped caring a long time ago.

Most of what they said was nothing more than gossip—baseless rumors they picked up and ran with. They didn't know the truth, so no matter how much trash they talked about me, it didn't bother me.

Sure, my relationship with Abigail had been a failure. I'd sacrificed everything for her, yet I couldn't make it work.

But when it came to my career, no one could question my talent or credibility.

I used to be hailed as one of the most gifted songwriters in the industry. Back then, labels and producers practically lined up to sign me, offering outrageous salaries and perks just to have me on their team.

But I turned them all down. I couldn't betray Uncle Zack—the man who had raised me like his own son after my parents passed away. He gave me everything, and my loyalty to him was unshakable.

Now that I was back in the game, I had promised myself one thing—I was going to reclaim my place at the top.

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When I got home, I immediately started working on the next season's playlist.

This time, I wanted to create hits that would remind everyone of who I was—songs that would put my name back in the spotlight.

I wasn't just doing it for recognition. I needed to secure my financial future, to build a stable foundation for myself.

I couldn't compete with Abigail's billion-dollar empire, but I could at least give myself a fighting chance.

The memory of when she kicked me out still haunted me.

I'd left with nothing. No money. No place to stay. I couldn't even afford a motel room that night. It wasn't until I called Taylor to borrow some cash that I finally had a roof over my head.

The humiliation of that moment stuck with me, sharp and vivid.

So, I decided to focus on what I could control. I pulled up my laptop and started looking for a house. It didn't need to be extravagant—just a place I could call my own, somewhere to start over.

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I was deep into my search when the front door suddenly opened.

Abigail had come home early.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, slamming my laptop shut as she walked in.

I didn't want her to see what I was doing.

If she found out I was planning to buy my own place, she'd probably lose her mind.