The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 245

The flicker of warmth I felt in my heart was doused in an instant, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over me.

All the hopes I had harbored were shattered in that single moment.

"Abigail, it's not your fault. I'm the one in the wrong." I looked at her with a faint, self-deprecating smile and gently shook my head.

Abigail seemed taken aback, as though she hadn't expected me to say something like that. She scrutinized me, her eyes filled with a look I couldn't quite decipher.

At that moment, I was overwhelmed with regret.

Perhaps, back then, I shouldn't have left with Zack. If I had stayed by her side, supporting her, striving with her, then even if her company didn't grow to its current size, she would at least have had someone she could rely on.

Back then, I was her only pillar of support, but I left without a word. That must have been a devastating blow to her.

I supposed it was only fair for her to hate me for all these years.

My sudden apology seemed to have confused her. She seemed to have lost the ability to read me like a book.

She didn't linger by the kitchen door. Instead, she left with a curt, "Call me when dinner's ready," before turning and walking away.

As I prepared her favorite chicken-fried steak, my heart was a chaotic mess of emotions.

It was a dish the restaurant outside our college used to sell. The restaurant was run by a loving couple right outside the college campus for five years. The owner was a wonderful cook, and his best dish was chicken-fried steak.

He told us that was his wife's favorite dish, so he learned to make it so that his wife could have it anytime.

His wife was young and pretty, yet she chose to stay by his side, enduring the hardships of running a small restaurant together.