The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 213

I thought Abigail would explode with anger after hearing what I had said.

But I was wrong.

She looked at me calmly and then, to my surprise, let out a soft laugh.

"Samuel, is this really how you treat your wife? Suggesting that she has a child with another man?"

I couldn't tell if she was trying to provoke me or if she genuinely believed what she was saying. I stared at her, puzzled.

"I don't see the problem," I said evenly.

"Abigail, you've made it very clear that the person you love most is Joshua. You said he's been by your side, supporting you through the toughest times of your life. So, what exactly are you trying to tell me now?"

If someone truly loved another, they would care deeply about everything that person does. But if the love was gone, so was the care.

That was where I was now. Even if Abigail walked through the door one day holding a child and announced it was hers, I wouldn't feel a thing.

Her constant emotional torment had worn me down. I was like a stone whose sharp edges had been smoothed over—I didn't even remember what love felt like anymore.

Even so, Abigail didn't let it go.

She stepped closer, leaned in, and kissed me.

"Dear," she said softly, "we should have a child."

I gently pushed her away, shaking my head. "I don't think that's necessary."

Her expression shifted, hardening. "Why not?"