I forced myself to suppress the bitterness and unease churning within me as I picked up the fork and took a bite.
At that moment, it felt as though I couldn't taste anything at all. Every bite of food felt unbearably bitter, leaving a hollow, aching emptiness in my mouth.
After taking one mouthful, I handed a piece to Abigail. She seemed genuinely delighted by my gesture, her eyes brightening as she clasped my hand, her smile brimming with warmth.
"Samuel, I knew it! Deep down, you still care about me. I knew you wouldn't just abandon me," she said softly. Her gentle voice lingered in my ears.
I lifted my gaze to meet hers, staring at her indifferently for a moment before finally breaking the silence.
"Abigail, it's true that I was wrong to break things off with you and leave the country without a word back then. But haven't you punished me enough over all these years?
"I can't take it anymore. You keep torturing me like this, and I feel as if I'm suffocating, unable to breathe. I'm begging you. Please give me a chance—a chance to leave you, okay?"
My words were honest, heartfelt, and painfully sincere.
But Abigail stared at me with a stern expression, as if I had just said something utterly outrageous. She didn't respond, instead remaining silent as though intending to counter me with her silence.
Taking a deep breath, I locked eyes with her, my voice growing firm.
In the past, I would've immediately tried to appease her, doing everything I could to make her happy and keep her from feeling hurt. When Abigail was upset, I felt weighed down by guilt and pain.
"You've never loved me, have you?" Her sudden words came with a heavy breath, her gaze sharp and filled with accusation.
"But everything shattered the day you brought another man home. That's when I realized it was all an illusion. You never loved me. You were only with me to exact your revenge."
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