The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 149

After saying that, I left the living room without looking back.

I had expected Abigail to chase after me, but to my surprise, she didn't. Instead, she quickly returned to the kitchen and started cooking.

I sat on a chair in the guest room, idly fiddling with my phone. All I could think about was how to escape from this place as quickly as possible.

Abigail had created a prison for me, and I had to leave before I got in any deeper.

Half an hour later, Abigail knocked on my door.

The Abigail I knew would never be so respectful.

She would always kick the door open violently and yell at me angrily. She'd ask, "Why did you lock the door? Are you trying to keep me out? Samuel, you're my man. I can do whatever I want. You have no right to stop me!"

What followed was always humiliation and torment.

Thinking about what had happened in the past, my heart ached even more. It felt like there was a weight on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

I didn't want another conflict, so I got up and followed her out.

On the dining table, an array of meticulously plated dishes awaited. It was obvious she had put effort into making them look perfect.

But I couldn't forget that Abigail had done the same for others.

She had memorized Joshua's preferences, often making soup or meals he liked. Yet, she never remembered that I hated cilantro.

Seeing the ribs garnished by the cilantro, I lost my appetite.

Abigail picked up a rib, placing it on my plate with a smile. "Why aren't you eating? Don't you like it?"

"No, it's very good," I replied, nodding slightly. I picked up the rib and endured the nauseating taste of cilantro as I took a bite.

Abigail seemed very pleased with my reaction. She nodded with a smile and said softly, "Samuel, there's something I want to talk to you about."