The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 312

Even though Abigail claimed that she had gone on a business trip, the lingering scent of antiseptic on her clothes told a different story.

I didn't call her out on it. Instead, I decided to wait and see how far she was willing to take the lie. When the truth inevitably came to light, I wondered how she planned to explain it—or if she even would.

After she left, I lay down and closed my eyes, exhaustion pulling me under almost instantly.

In my dreams, I was transported back to the early days of our marriage, specifically to one of the most desperate moments of my life.

I was standing outside Abigail's office, gripping a hospital diagnosis in my sweaty hand. Kayla had just been diagnosed with a severe illness, and I'd rushed there to beg Abigail for help arranging her admission to a hospital.

Beds were scarce, but Abigail had connections at the city's top medical center. One call from her, and Kayla could've been admitted to the hospital immediately.

I pushed open the main doors, urgency written all over my face, only to be stopped abruptly by a security guard.

"Hold it! Who are you, and why are you trying to barge in here?" the guard barked, his face a mask of suspicion.

"Sir, I'm Ms. Bardot's husband," I explained, trying to keep calm. "I need to see her—it's urgent."

The guard frowned, clearly unimpressed. "Ms. Bardot's husband?" He gave me a once-over and scoffed. "I've never seen you before."

I froze. He wasn't wrong—I'd rarely visited Abigail's office since we got married. Most of the older staff had probably moved on, replaced by people who didn't know me.

"I haven't been here much," I admitted, trying to explain.