The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 320

Abigail gazed at me with her signature gentle smile, the kind that used to make me feel like the most important person in the world. She leaned in and kissed me softly, her hand brushing against my cheek like she always did.

But this time, it felt empty.

Her affection no longer stirred any warmth in me. Instead, it felt staged, like she was performing for an audience. I couldn't shake the feeling that her tenderness was rehearsed, a calculated move to keep me tethered. It didn't inspire love—it only made my stomach turn.

Still, I smiled, playing along as if her touch meant something. "Don't stay out too late," I said with a calm nod.

As soon as she walked out the door, I let out a long breath. Relief swept over me, and a weight lifted from my chest.

I relished the solitude. Being alone reminded me of who I used to be, of the person I was before I became this hollow version of myself.

With Abigail around, I felt like a shell, a puppet forced to wear the mask of a loving husband. But in these quiet moments, I could breathe again.

Sleep didn't come easily that night. Instead, I buried myself in work, losing track of time as I chipped away at my latest project. Midnight blurred into the early hours of the morning, and before I knew it, it was 1:30 am.

Abigail hadn't come home.

It wasn't the first time she'd broken her promise. At this point, I knew exactly where she was—or rather, who she was with.

Out of habit, I unlocked my phone and scrolled through Joshua's social media. There it was—a fresh post.

The photo showed him holding hands with someone, the two of them locked in a moment of intimacy. The caption was vague enough, but his fans didn't need specifics. Comments poured in, speculating and teasing.

"Is that Abigail with you? OMG, so cute!"

"Ugh, I'm so jealous! You two are perfect together."

"Joshua, give us a hint! Is it her?"

Joshua didn't deny a thing. Instead, he replied with coy, playful comments that only fueled the rumors.

I stared at the screen, my chest tightening. Then I shut my phone and tossed it aside. I didn't need to torture myself with this anymore.

I fell into bed and forced myself to sleep.