The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 103

Abigail blinked, her expression shifting as if she was trying to read my tone to figure out what I had really meant.

I took a deep breath and said calmly, "You'd better hurry. If it rains later, it'll be harder for you to travel home."

Without waiting for her response, I turned and headed for the bedroom.

But before I could take a step, Abigail sprang up from the couch, quick and deliberate, and blocked my path. Her eyes bore into mine, unwavering and intense.

"Your bed doesn't look that small to me," she said, her words deliberate and her meaning unmistakable. "It's big enough for two, don't you think?"

I let out a sharp laugh and shook my head, my voice icy as I said, "Sorry, but that's not my thing."

Abigail wasn't about to let it go. She grabbed my collar, her breath shallow and heated as she demanded, "So, all those years of habits—did they just disappear overnight? Or is it because the person who got you used to them wasn't me?"

Her pointed question hit me like a sucker punch, darkening my mood instantly.

"Abigail," I snapped as I pried her hand off my shirt. "Show some respect. Not everyone needs someone else to survive like you apparently do."

My voice was firm, my tone leaving no room for argument.

She froze, staring at me in disbelief. Her lips parted slightly as she shook her head. "How could you talk to me like that? You've never lost your temper with me before!"

"That was before," I replied evenly, my tone calm and detached.

She'd drained what little patience I had left in just half an hour.

I pointed at the door, my voice stern as I said, "That's enough. You can leave now. My place is too small to accommodate someone like you."