The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 302

Afterward, Abigail lay curled up in my arms, soft and delicate like a kitten.

Her eyes were filled with an unfamiliar tenderness as they locked onto mine. She whispered, "Samuel, stay with me. Don't get distracted."

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. But deep down, something felt off.

Even as her attitude toward me softened with each passing day, it all felt too staged—like a performance carefully designed for me to see.

I didn't dare hope for more. All I wanted was for the coming days to pass peacefully, free of the chaos and drama that had consumed so much of my life.

I tried to steady myself, brushing aside my doubts and sadness. I decided that I'd let whatever happened drift away like leaves in the wind.

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The next morning, I woke to an empty house. Abigail was already gone. But what surprised me was the breakfast waiting for me on the dining table.

Jane greeted me with a cheerful smile, "Mrs. Gebb got up at 5:30 am to prepare all that for you. She spent over an hour in the kitchen, working hard to make sure everything was just right."

I walked into the kitchen, stunned. Laid out before me was a full spread of food, all freshly made.

Abigail's effort left me speechless.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a glimmer of warmth—like I wasn't just a forgotten shadow in someone's life. For a brief moment, it made me think that maybe there was something worth looking forward to.