The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 350

The icy wind howled relentlessly, slapping my face with its ferocity. Abigail didn't seem to remember, or perhaps didn't care, that I couldn't stand the cold. Being exposed to the freezing wind felt unbearable.

She only saw what she wanted to see and did what she wanted to do. To her, I had never truly existed. I was nothing more than her dog, a convenient target for her humiliation and mistreatment. As long as she beckoned, I was expected to crawl back to her side obediently, with no room for resistance.

Everything had to be on her terms. Any slight deviation from her demands would ignite her fury. I had endured this kind of life for far too long.

At that moment, I realized something undeniable. Running away wouldn't solve anything. I needed to end things with her once and for all.

My only wish was to break free from her grasp and leave this suffocating situation behind.

Abigail was tugging at my hand, trying to drag me back into the house.

The taxi driver stepped out of his car and shouted impatiently, "Sir, are you coming or not? If you're not going, take your luggage down and don't waste my time. I have other passengers to pick up!"

I looked at the driver calmly and was about to tell him to go when Abigail abruptly cut in, shaking her head coldly, "He's not going!"

I had no choice but to pay 1000 dollars to the driver to compensate him for waiting. The driver, pleased with the money, immediately returned to his car and waited in silence.