Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 804

Abigail gently pressed her hand against her temple. "Sean, I killed someone abroad. The bullet went through his forehead, and since then, that bullet has accompanied me, piercing through my forehead countless times in my dreams."

Sean's eyes softened with tenderness. "If I hadn't left that day and stayed by your side, would things have turned out differently?"

"I can't say for sure. There are no 'ifs' in life anymore," Abigail replied calmly. "The day you left, my vision was clouded by drugs. I couldn't see clearly. I was lost in darkness."

The dense darkness enveloped her on that shore.

She tried to push away all thoughts, attempting to find a way back. But the more she tried, the clearer the memories became.

Amidst the relentless insomnia, the recollections of those six months became more vivid, as if they had just occurred yesterday.

Sean held her close. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have walked away. I shouldn't have let anger cloud my judgment."

"I believed we had unwavering trust. I thought we were unbreakable together. But for some reason, the day I messaged you, you didn't reply. Did something prevent you from responding to me?" Abigail recalled the moment she messaged Sean after leaving the Johnson Hospital Research Institute but received no response.

Sean clenched his lower lip, and after a long pause, he murmured, "I saw a photo of you with Larry by the window, with Andrew beside you. I thought you had moved on with someone else behind my back."

"I understand." Sean felt a pang of guilt.

"You don't need to apologize. That kind of photo indeed easily leads to misunderstanding. Abigail gently pushed him away, her gaze steady as she spoke. "So, you already had doubts about my loyalty back then, which led you to follow me overseas, discover the truth, and leave so abruptly."

Sean remained silent.

"But it's alright. I know you invested a lot back then, and if you had continued pursuing me, Graham International might have suffered. There were practical obstacles between us that hindered our relationship, and there's no need for blame." Abigail spoke calmly.

The period of silence after her messages went unanswered was the most painful for Abigail.

"Later, I hid in someone else's house and called you. That's when you interrogated me," Abigail spoke softly, recalling the days when she, Andrew, and Martin lived like shadows.

Andrew lay injured on the ground.

"Do you know why I couldn't abandon them?" Abigail turned to Sean, her voice eerily composed.

Sean gripped his hand tightly, saying nothing.