I really wanted to believe Abigail. To believe that she had never done anything to betray me.
But the truth was right before me. She said that she had gone out to attend a meeting, but I saw her getting into another man's car downstairs.
She told me she was going out on a business trip, but at the airport, I saw her getting onto a plane with another man by her side.
I even ran into her a few times, coming out of a hotel with another man!
I had been furious and tried to confront her, but she only brushed me off, saying coldly, "This is my job."
I was enraged, but I had no choice but to accept it. All of this happened because she didn't love me at all. She only wanted to torture me and watch me suffer. That was her greatest joy!
Abigail would never apologize to me. She would only blame every single mistake on me.
The apology sounded strange to my ears. Hearing it distracted me for a moment.
Rebecca noticed that something was off with me. She asked quietly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital for a quick checkup?"
See, if someone really cared, they would definitely be able to notice the condition of one's health. Even Rebecca, who had only known me for a short time, had been able to notice that I was unwell.
My wife, Abigail, was the only one who ignored all of my pain and suffering!
The more I thought about it, the more distressed I became.
It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing my throat tightly, making it difficult for me to breathe. I clutched at my chest with difficulty, trying to take in a breath.
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