The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 139

Abigail seemed furious at my words. Her face darkened as she snapped, "What gives you the right to speak to me like that, Samuel? If you want my help, drop your pride and beg properly!"

Worn down by her torment, I could only ask helplessly, "When are you coming back?"

She had set the time, and I had waited endlessly. Yet, she was still absent.

This wasn't the first time she had done this.

I couldn't understand what Abigail was trying to achieve.

After a brief pause, she replied coldly, "Joshua has an important banquet tomorrow, and I'm helping him get a tailored suit. I'll be back late. If you're too impatient to wait, just leave. I won't stop you."

Though she had said otherwise, I knew she had meant that as a challenge for me to stay. Leaving meant losing hope for Lana's treatment, so I waited, unwilling to give her an excuse to refuse.

I waited for what felt like an eternity until I found myself drifting off on the couch.

It felt surreal to be sleeping in a place that brought me nothing but despair. Yet, the softness of the couch quickly lulled me into slumber.

This house was a shrine to my suffering, a place steeped in despair and emptiness. There was nothing here worth holding on to.

So, how did I manage to fall asleep?

But the couch's soft embrace pulled me under, and before I knew it, sleep had claimed me.