Abigail was filled with hate. She was resolute in her decision to feel nothing but disdain for me.
But when I emerged from the restroom on my crutches, she couldn't keep her gaze from following me.
It was my first time using crutches, and I hadn't quite gotten the hang of it yet. So, it was inevitable that I would stumble. My feet refused to keep up, and the next second, I fell hard onto the floor.
The surgery wound that was still fresh tore open with the impact. Blood began to soak through my clothes, and I could smell the sharp, metallic scent filling the air around me.
"Samuel! Be careful!"
Just then, I heard a shout. It sounded far, but also close at the same time. Before I could turn to see who it was, a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders and tried to lift me up.
I slowly raised my head to see Abigail's apologetic gaze.
"Why are you so careless?"
Her worry took me by surprise. But instead of feeling touched, a wave of disgust washed over me. Before I could shake her hands off, a doctor's voice from behind us interrupted.
"Are you Mr. Levine's wife? I need you to come over. There are a few things we need to go over with you."
"Oh, all right." Abigail turned to the doctor and nodded, then she instinctively released her hold on me.
Joshua's wife? Well, wasn't that rich?
So, she was already flaunting her "new identity", wasn't she?
She refused to divorce me while publicly admitting she was another man's wife to humiliate me.
Abigail was really something else.
Right then, I made up my mind.
I had let my career slide too long because of Abigail. I thought it would be hard to start over, but maybe my talent hadn't left me after all.
Since that was the case, why shouldn't I make the most of the time I had left? I didn't want to leave behind any regrets.
I sent a message to Zack, letting him know that I had made up my mind.
His reply came fast. He said that he had a big surprise for me in a week. I had no idea what he meant, but I knew one thing.
Right now, he was the only person I could fully trust. Zack was my mother's closest friend, and he would never do anything to hurt me. He had once pulled me back from the edge of the cliff, and now, he was ready to lift me out of this abyss.
I let out a deep breath and vowed that no matter what, I would find the strength to carry on.
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