The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 162

"Let… let go of me…" I gasped, my breathing coming in ragged heaves. Instinctively, I tried to push Abigail away. However, she held my wrists tightly, giving me no chance to fight back. I was too weak to fight her.

"No," Abigail whispered, her voice soft and seductive in my ears. "Kiss me."

I turned my head away, refusing to look at her, but she wouldn't let go. Silent tears streamed down my face, soaking my clothes.

I didn't understand how things had turned out this way. Abigail and I had once been a happy, loving couple, but now everything had changed. We had grown distant, and her revenge on me continued to torment me.

Even in moments that should have been filled with intimacy, I felt a profound coldness. It was as though I had fallen into a deep pit with no hope of climbing out.

After it was over, Abigail received a phone call and left. Before heading out, she reminded me to eat well and said the chef would be arriving soon.

I watched as she drove off in the direction of Joshua's place. As I suspected, all her affection for me had been a lie. She was really good at hurting me and then masking it by being sweet. It was her usual way of playing with my emotions, and it almost always worked.

I felt betrayed and disgusted. After a shower, I lay in bed for a long time before finally falling asleep.

The persistent knocking on the door woke me. I opened the door to find the chef from the five-star hotel Abigail had arranged for me.

He greeted me with a polite smile and spoke softly, "Hello, Mr. Gebb. Ms. Bardot has prepared a menu for you. Would you like to make any changes?"

While I was trying to figure out how to politely turn her down, Blair chuckled softly and said, "Samuel, I know what you're thinking. Don't even try to refuse me. I really do have something important to discuss with you."

Since she was being firm, I didn't argue further. We agreed on a time and place to meet.

When I arrived at the cozy café, soft music filled the air, creating a peaceful ambiance. I saw Blair sitting by the window, smiling and waving at me.

"It's been a while. Come sit," she said.

As soon as I sat down, Blair gently pushed a cup of coffee toward me.