The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 313

Lisa's coldness hit me like a ton of bricks.

She'd always been polite, even respectful. But now, her indifference was as sharp as a slap to the face. The way she had dismissed me and the way her tone dripped with condescension made everything crystal clear.

From that day forward, I knew my place in Abigail's life had irrevocably changed.

Tears slid down my face as I sat there in silence, the weight of everything crushing me.

Suddenly, I jolted awake. My chest heaved as I realized it was just a dream—a cruel echo of memories I'd rather forget. The damp pillow beneath me bore evidence of how real it had felt.

I got up, splashed cold water on my face, and stared at my reflection in the mirror. The man looking back at me seemed like a stranger—someone hollow, someone tired.

Stepping onto the balcony, I opened the window to let the cool air wash over me.

The absurdity of my thoughts over the past few days hit me like a punch. I'd actually let myself believe that Abigail might change, that maybe we could salvage what was left of us.

But deep down, I knew better.

Her heart wasn't here with me. It was still wrapped around him.

Abigail's actions hadn't gone unnoticed, no matter how much she tried to mask them.

Just as I was mulling this over, my phone buzzed. Her name flashed on the screen.

She sounded sweet, almost unnervingly so. "What are you up to?"

"Just at home," I said evenly, masking the emptiness in my tone. "I just woke up."

"Oh," she replied lightly. "Well, I'll be home early tonight. Wait for me, okay?"

"Sure," I said, knowing full well that her words were more about gauging me than genuine concern.

The moment I hung up, my phone buzzed again—this time with a social media notification.