The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 93

I could clearly hear that Abigail's breathing suddenly became heavy.

Her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and her gaze toward me was filled with disdain and sarcasm.

"Shut up!"

She scolded me, "What makes you think you can talk about him? He's a thousand times—a million times better than you!"

I gave a self-deprecating smile and didn't say anything further.

Indeed, Joshua was great at sweet-talking and giving emotional support.

He had managed to charm Abigail completely, making her offer him all her resources and support him in his rise to fame as a popular star.

Such treatment was something none of the men who had been with her before had experienced.

I took a deep breath and looked at her calmly. "Abigail, don't deceive yourself. You've clearly developed feelings for him. Why won't you admit it?

"It's better for you and Joshua if we get divorced sooner and move on from each other."

Before I could finish my sentence, Abigail coldly scolded me, "Shut up, Samuel! You're just my dog. I haven't tormented you enough yet. How could I let you leave?

"Get lost. I don't want to see you!"

Abigail turned around and got into the car, leaving without looking back.

I carried the heavy bags, dragging my weary body to the street outside to hail a taxi.

It was scorching outside, and I felt uncomfortable under the sun. I could feel my breathing becoming labored.

Every step was torture.

I could feel my stomach churning like something was trying to surge out.

But I couldn't give in; I had to push through to the station and get a taxi home.