The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 387

I found Abigail's interrogation utterly ridiculous.

"Abigail, you and I are both our own person. Just because you don't like me seeing my friends doesn't mean I shouldn't see them."

I had made myself clear, but Abigail's gaze remained icy.

"Your friends?" she sneered. Her tone was full of discontent.

Halfway through her sentence, Abigail began walking toward me. Her eyes locked onto mine, and they were brimming with displeasure.

"Sophia is my former assistant!" she snapped. "Since when did she become your friend?"

I replied calmly, "Abigail, do I need to report everything to you?"

She stayed silent for a moment before looking at me sternly and replying in a low voice, "But I don't like it."

"And I do." I smiled faintly and said evenly, "I like my friends, and I'm willing to spend time with them. Is there something wrong with that?"

Yet Abigail remained indifferent. She let out a sarcastic laugh before taunting me. "Samuel, let me ask you something. Do you see Sophia as just a good friend, or do you see her as someone you're romantically interested in?"

Her blunt question left me at a loss for words.

Abigail's unrelenting stare felt oppressive. It was as if I was some sort of appendage in her life, and I needed her approval for every decision I made.

Now, even making friends required her approval.

The feeling was suffocating.