I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 771

After striving for so long, Abigail thought she could finally go back to her loved one, only to end up with this outcome.

"It's in the past now. You need to look forward. Life is still long," Martin comforted Abigail like an elder.

Abigail reached out and embraced him, whispering, "I really liked him... From when we were young, I've liked him until now. We've argued, we've divorced because we didn't understand each other... He persistently pursued me just to make me forgive his past mistakes. He risked his life to save my best friend... This time, he spent over two hundred billion, just wanting to take me home..."

She sobbed uncontrollably, gasping for breath between cries.

"Martin, my heart really hurts. It feels like it's been pierced by something. It hurts so much," Abigail said, releasing him and looking at him through tear-filled eyes.

"It's alright... it's alright. It will pass. Everything will pass." Martin had never loved so deeply. He had memories of Alice, while regrets and unwillingness towards his wife.

But with time, he slowly let go of these emotions.

In one's lifetime, what couldn’t be forgotten?

Suffering was always temporary; continually forgetting was the reality.

After crying her heart out this one time, Abigail never mentioned Sean again.

A week later, she found Simond.

"Do you have a phone?" She still couldn't see but had gotten used to the darkness.

Simond looked at her with a cigarette in his mouth. "Why?"

"I want to call Grandma. She'll be worried if I don't go back. She's almost eighty and hasn't seen me in two years," Abigail said softly, well aware that Simond would not allow her to go back, so she could only make a phone call.

With Sean no longer a threat, Simond was not concerned about Abigail contacting anyone.

"We will arrive shortly, so make the call quickly." Simond handed her the phone.

Abigail, feeling the touch screen, couldn't help but say, "Dial for me."

"You don't even like me, yet you always bother me!" Simond grew impatient again.

She looked at him with her unseeing eyes.

Simond was irritated. He bit his cigarette, unlocked the phone, and asked, "What's the number?"