The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 358

Abigail woke me up early in the morning, shattering the fragile peace I had managed to find overnight and sending my mood spiraling downward.

After everything that had unfolded between us yesterday, I was already teetering on the edge of collapse.

A night's rest had slightly eased my frustration, but her actions pulled me straight back into last night's turmoil.

I hated Abigail to the core. I didn't want to exchange even a single word with her. Yet, Abigail seemed completely unfazed, acting as though everything between us was perfectly fine, as if nothing had ever gone wrong.

After she finished speaking, she reached out her hand to pull me along. The sight of her gesture filled me with an overwhelming sense of disgust.

"Just stop. Don't waste your energy," I said coldly. "I really don't want to go to the hospital. What's the point? You've never cared about me or my well-being, and now you say all these ridiculous things. Isn't it a bit too late for that?"

My words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Abigail still looked at me with that same gentle expression, smiling as she replied, "Samuel, please don't be difficult. Let's just go to the hospital and get it checked out. It's just a minor illness and something easily treatable."

A minor illness? Something that was easily treatable? What a joke.

How could she say that with a straight face?

My illness was anything but minor. It was so severe that I'd fainted multiple times, and she hadn't even noticed. Her apathy and blatant disregard for me were why we had reached this breaking point.

"I don't want to go. Please stop forcing me," I said, staring at Abigail with an icy calm in my eyes. "Abigail, stop pushing me. I'm not going with you."

But Abigail remained unfazed, meeting my accusations with a calm and indifferent demeanor. She didn't take any of this seriously. She just looked at me, as composed as ever.

My words were blunt, cutting straight to the point.

Abigail froze for a moment, her expression faltering. She seemed a little lost, her confidence shaken.

Then, she sighed softly and shook her head before saying, "Forget it. If you don't want to go, then I won't force you."

After saying that, she turned and quickly walked away.

I watched her retreating figure, my heart as calm as still water.

To me, Abigail was nothing more than an inconsequential presence. Even looking at her stirred an overwhelming sense of irritation within me.