The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 125

What was the point of explaining myself to her? It was no different from me seeking humiliation.

At that moment, the room felt like a cage.

I urgently needed to get some air, so I exited the office and stumbled my way to the rooftop.

I felt a cold breeze brush my cheeks, which allowed me to breathe properly again as I calmed down.

I stared at the lights in the distance, my gaze filled with endless sorrow. It was as though I were mourning the tragedy of my life and drowning in despair.

When I first got together with Abigail, she was like a little princess whom I doted on.

If she liked to eat something, I would learn to make it. If there was something she wanted, I would work multiple jobs just to buy it for her as a gift.

Meanwhile, she was a kind-hearted girl who knew how to appreciate things. She cherished everything I did for her and promised that I'd be the only one she married.

At that time, I was convinced that my mission in life was to spend my entire life with her and make her the happiest girl in the world.

But now… everything had changed, so much so that she felt like a complete stranger to me.

I took a step closer to the edge of the rooftop, suddenly feeling a strong impulse rising within me.

If I were to leap right then, would it all come to an end?

My illness was terminal, after all.

I knew deep down that George's reassurances were just his attempts to comfort me. How could a rare disease like this be cured so easily?

Perhaps the surgery was merely a way to prolong my fleeting life by a little. Perhaps if I died, Abigail would stop venting her anger on the children for no reason, and they might finally have a chance to live on.

What about me? Who would save me?