I sighed and shook my head at her words.
She wanted to go back to how things were? Could we really go back to how things used to be?
If that incident hadn't happened, maybe—just maybe—there'd still be a chance to repair what we had. But now, everything had changed. There was no going back.
A hint of resignation crossed my face. I didn't want to lie to Abigail or give her false hope. Instead, I asked quietly, "Do you really think we can go back to the way things were, Abigail?"
I wasn't sure what she was thinking. Everything between us had fallen apart so completely that I didn't even know how to answer her question.
As per the saying, "Life moves on." People moved forward. No one stayed trapped in the past, and I'd been trying to escape from her for a long time.
I gently pulled my hand out of her grasp, but Abigail suddenly sat up and grabbed my hand again, refusing to let me go.
Her eyes locked onto mine, serious and piercing. "Samuel, what's going on with you?" she asked sharply. "Do you even remember that you're my husband?"
I nodded. "I know. That's why you don't need to worry about anything else, Abigail. I'll cooperate with you and make sure I don't cause you any trouble."
Hearing that, a flicker of disappointment flashed across her face. She shook her head, her voice trembling as she said, "Samuel, you're my husband. Is that all it means to you? Just pretending to be in love with me so no one notices you've stopped caring?"
Her words caught me off guard. I glanced at her, confused.
Wasn't this exactly what she'd asked for before? For me to play the dutiful husband and stop competing with Joshua for her attention? And now, suddenly, she wanted me to act like I still loved her?
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