I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 788

Abigail put away her phone and gazed out the window for a long time. She whispered, "I took a life."

Josh slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop, then quickly hit the gas pedal again. "Killed... someone?"

They could never imagine such a thing happening in their lifetime.

Abigail nodded. "I had no other choice. If I didn't act, I couldn't leave and couldn't come back."

The situation was different abroad than in Eswadia, and she found herself in a place with armed forces. It was a matter of kill or be killed.

Josh's expression softened with sympathy. "Did you feel... scared?"

"At first, I felt guilty and scared, but... gradually, I came to terms with it." Abigail furrowed her brow and explained that living abroad had taught her to accept things slowly.

"Anyway, nothing will happen. The people you got rid of must have been bad." Josh comforted her.

"They were bad people and had harmed many innocent individuals, including chefs and cleaners in our community," Abigail said softly as she recalled the bodies left unattended and scattered everywhere when they departed.

"What about Simond? Did that b*stard die?" Josh's anger flared at the mention of him. Without Simond, Sean and Abigail would not have reached the point of breaking up.

"I don't know. Let's not dwell on him." Abigail felt a surge of irritation whenever Simond's name was brought up.

She loathed Simond, yet she couldn't help but blame herself for falling for his deception.

Still, she couldn't deny that without his help, she would never have found Martin. Her feelings toward him were tangled, so much so that just mentioning him annoyed her.

Josh decided not to press further and remained silent.

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Upon arriving home.

The moment Abigail stepped through the door, she was enveloped in tight embraces from both Lawrence and Scarlett.

They held onto her as if afraid she might disappear.

Feeling a bit suffocated from their embraces, Abigail managed to utter, "Ease up, please."

Lawrence loosened his grip, but Scarlett held on to her tightly and gently caressed her for a moment to assure herself that she was indeed real before reluctantly letting go. Tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "You're finally back... That's all that matters..."

Abigail nodded and gently touched Scarlett's cheek. "Yes, I'm back for good now. I won't leave again."

"That's wonderful!" Scarlett exclaimed and pulled her into another embrace.

Lawrence gently nudged Scarlett forward. "You go ahead first. Guests are waiting at the door, so we can't keep them waiting."

Josh entered carrying the sleeping Larry, and Lawrence's eyes widened. "Whose child is this?"

"Mine," Abigail, who was walking ahead, replied.

Lawrence was dumbfounded. He looked at Abigail, then at Josh with the baby, struggling to comprehend.

Whose child? Abigail's child? But who is the father? Who dares to cause trouble to my family?