The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 211

Joanna's voice grated on my nerves.

She wasted no time pinning all the blame on me as she whined to Abigail about how I'd supposedly mistreated Joshua. She went on and on about the "hardships" and "humiliations" Joshua had endured because of me.

I didn't say a word in response. I just stood there, silent, letting her vent.

The more she spoke, the more heated and self-righteous she became. She even threw in a dramatic sigh and a shake of her head for good measure before turning to Abigail with a pitiful expression.

"Abigail, my brother works so hard at Mr. Jigman's company. He's dedicated, responsible, and never causes trouble. But for some reason, Samuel keeps picking on him!"

Her voice grew louder as she gestured wildly. "First, there was that workplace bullying scandal. And now, just today, Samuel attacked my brother right out here on the street! Pushed him to the ground in broad daylight!"

Tears began to roll down her cheeks—fake, of course. "My brother's been doing everything he can to stay out of trouble. What more does Samuel want? Is he trying to push my brother to the brink? Does he want to destroy him?"

Her performance was almost impressive in its shamelessness. Watching Joanna fake her tears and pile on accusations, I couldn't help but find her antics both ridiculous and utterly despicable.

Still, I was curious. Would Abigail take her side again and scold me like she had so many times before?

But to my surprise, Abigail didn't entertain Joanna's dramatics. Instead, she waved me over with a calm expression, gesturing for me to get in the car.

When I didn't move, she got out, grabbed my arm, and practically dragged me into the passenger seat.

Before the door closed, I caught a glimpse of Joshua's face. His expression was a mix of hatred and jealousy as if I'd stolen something precious from him.

Too bad for him, though. No matter how much he despised me, I was Abigail's husband. He could only seethe from a distance while I sat next to her.

Once in the car, I felt anything but comfortable. Sitting next to Abigail was like sitting on a bed of nails. I glanced at her, trying to keep my voice steady.