The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 393

When I saw Abigail glaring at me, I felt absolutely nothing.

Instead, I deliberately chuckled and said, "After all, being by your side feels like being a puppet on strings. No matter what I do, you always try to control me. I don't even have a choice of my own. Isn't that right?"

I directed the last question straight at Abigail with my eyes fixed on her. As expected, her face visibly darkened the moment she heard my words.

She seemed to be struggling to compose herself. Her gaze softened slightly as she looked at me, and then she said calmly, "Samuel, can you stop being so stubborn? Come on, let's get you your favorite smoked ham. Eating it will cheer you up, won't it?"

Without waiting for my response, she smiled faintly, took my hand, and led me forward.

Once we reached the cafeteria, Abigail seated me by the window. She looked at me warmly as she placed a plate of smoked ham before me. "Go on, try it. See if it still tastes the same as it used to."

She even tore off a piece and placed it in the bowl before me.

I glanced at Abigail before taking a small bite of the ham. However, the taste was unbearably dry, and it made me feel nauseous.

Each bite brought back fragments of memories between Abigail and me, fragments I wished to bury.

Eventually, I couldn't hold back. I started gagging uncontrollably, so much so that tears began to stream down my face.

Abigail panicked. She quickly stood up and patted my back repeatedly to help me breathe.