The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 16

I couldn't be bothered to answer Abigail's question. Instead, I carefully went through each of Kayla's belongings.

These were the things Kayla had treasured most when she was alive.

I picked up a family photo, staring at the warm smile on Kayla's face as tears the size of raindrops rolled down my cheeks.

This photo was taken at my wedding with Abigail. Abigail and I were seated in it, and Kayla had her arms around us, smiling so brightly.

Suddenly, a hand snatched the photo from me and slammed it on the coffee table.

Abigail glared at me, her face hard as she spat out angrily, "Did you ever even care about me?"

Without a word, I picked up the photo again and gently placed it back in the paper bag.

I looked up, meeting her furious gaze with a calm expression, and replied evenly, "Kayla was my family, my flesh and blood. Of course, she was the most important person to me."

Hearing my answer, Abigail's eyes filled with disappointment.

She grabbed my arm, her voice rising in fury. "But I'm your wife!"

I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, really? Thanks for reminding me. If you hadn't, I might have forgotten I had a wife."

As expected, my words only twisted her face further with rage.

She cast a cold look at the bag in my hands, scoffing as she shook her head.

"Only you would treat trash salvaged from a garbage bin like some kind of treasure."

The word "trash" hit me like a slap, anger surging through me.

"These are Kayla's belongings. They're not trash! Abigail, you're the real trash here!"

She'd been with countless men behind my back, yet she dared to call Kayla's things filthy. Where did she get the nerve?

Abigail's face turned an ugly shade of red and purple.

With a furious glare, she raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face, the blow knocking me off balance and sending me crashing to the floor.