The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 363

Abigail's movements froze slightly. She looked at me with disappointment, shaking her head faintly.

"Samuel, you've really changed. I don't recognize you anymore."

Her words made me let out a cold laugh as I echoed, "Changed?"

Yes, I had indeed changed. The moment she began to humiliate me with her sharp words and create endless trouble, I fell into despair and yearned to escape.

Abigail's gaze was unyielding, like a predator watching its prey, fixed on me as if waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and sink her teeth deep into my flesh.

Her frenzied actions gradually ceased. Suddenly, she grasped my hand and asked softly, her tone gentle, "Samuel, let me ask you. If we had kept that child back then, would you still want a divorce?"

The impact of her words was like a thunderclap, jolting me completely. I couldn't believe she brought up that child again.

When I first learned Abigail was pregnant, I was overwhelmed with joy and excitement. I couldn't wait to buy all the clothes and blankets for the baby, eagerly anticipating the arrival of this little life born of love.

But I never imagined Abigail would silently go to the hospital and terminate the pregnancy.

When I found out, I was utterly devastated. It drove me to the brink of madness. I couldn't sleep, and when I finally did, I woke up crying. I couldn't understand why Abigail would treat me like this.

Wasn't she the one who came to me, saying she wanted to marry me, saying she wanted to build a life with me?