The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 391

"You…"

Perhaps my repeated provocations and dismissive responses had finally pushed Abigail to her limit.

Her eyes burned with contempt as she glared at me. Her jaw clenched in anger. She spat out, "Samuel, are you doing this on purpose? Are you acting this way just to provoke me into divorcing you?"

What she said struck me as utterly ridiculous. Honestly, that was precisely my intention. But wasn't this something we had both been tacitly aware of for a long time?

What was the point of voicing it now? Was she trying to make me feel guilty? Or hoping to change my view of her?

Regardless of her motives, they no longer had anything to do with me.

I chuckled lightly. My tone was calm as I asked, "Abigail, tell me, does my behavior have any effect on you? If I keep acting this way, will you finally divorce me?"

Abigail's response to my question was a dark, icy stare. She shook her head resolutely.

"Samuel, give up," she said firmly. "I will never divorce you. No matter what tricks you try, I won't let you go. Someone like you will only ever remain by my side as my husband. Abigail Bardot's husband!"

Her final words seemed almost like a declaration of vengeance as if she feared I might slip away at any moment.

It was as though she believed she had to use the most ruthless measures to chain me to her side forever.

I smiled faintly while meeting Abigail's gaze with a calm demeanor. "Abigail, I've always known about how possessive you are toward me," I said. "And I know you're keeping me close purely out of spite.