The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 389

Every condition I set had to be followed according to Abigail's demands. I couldn't help but find it absurdly laughable.

Abigail's threats were no longer veiled. They were laid bare for me to see. She didn't even care what I might do if I refused to comply.

This wasn't the first time I'd faced such a situation with her.

But now, I didn't want to overthink it. I only wanted to handle everything as calmly and sensibly as possible, at least while Abigail still seemed somewhat rational.

Abigail let out a soft sigh after noticing my lack of response. She slowly raised her head to look at me, saying in a gentle tone, "Samuel, why don't you take a break? I bought some chicken. I'll make your favorite chicken soup with squash for you."

I glanced at Abigail in surprise. After all, she had never been one to fit the image of a devoted wife who enjoyed cooking. The persona she projected was always carefully crafted to show others what she wanted them to see.

The only reason she was cooking was likely to use it as a way to apologize.

She always treated me like this, and by now, I had grown entirely indifferent to her attempts at reconciliation. Her so-called gestures of goodwill no longer moved me.

Silently, I returned to the guest room and buried myself in work.

Half an hour later, Abigail knocked on my door. In an overly sweet tone, she called out with a smile, "Samuel, the soup's ready. Come out and have a taste, okay?"

Hearing this, I quietly set down my pen and papers before turning to leave the room. The aroma of soup filled the house, but I had no appetite.