The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 3

"Mr. Gebb, this is the hotel where your wife is having an affair, right? Are you here to catch her in the act?"

"You've kept quiet all these years. Is this finally the moment you reclaim your dignity as a man?"

"Many people think that you're not good enough for Ms. Bardot. They say that every one of her boyfriends are better than you. Why haven't you divorced her yet?"

"Joshua is a much better match for Ms. Bardot than you are. Isn't it pointless for you to keep refusing a divorce?"

I smiled and took the microphone from the reporter beside me. I glanced at the logo on it and said, "You're from Sky Entertainment. That's Joshua Levine's label, right?

"Why are you so eager for me to get a divorce? Is it because you want Joshua to officially take my place? Even if he succeeds in doing so, does Joshua honestly think that Abigail will be interested in him forever?

"In fact, Joshua should be thanking me. He looks a lot like how I did back then. But time flies. I'd like to advise him to make money in ways that don't just bank on his fleeting youth."

The reporter's expression quickly turned dark. Clearly, he had never interviewed me before, and he didn't know how blunt I could be. After all, people never liked hearing the truth.

I turned to the others and added, "And one more thing. I'll be really grateful if any of you can manage to convince Abigail to divorce me."

With that, I walked into the hotel.

This was a high-end hotel, so the security guards had to do their job and hold off the paparazzi despite their obvious disdain for me.

I went upstairs and knocked on the suite's door. When the door opened, I saw that Abigail was alone in the vast, luxurious presidential suite. But I could hear the steady sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

"Abigail, is someone here?" Joshua called out loudly.

He reminded me of myself back in college when I was passionately in love with Abigail. Back then, I was full of youth and optimism, with the same boyish looks and charm.

Even his voice was uncannily similar. Now, though, my own voice had been irreversibly damaged by the illness, and it had become rough and grating.

"Yes. Be a good boy and finish your shower," Abigail replied gently as her eyes lit up with a smile.

Suddenly, it struck me that maybe Abigail had truly fallen for him. That was why she was so bold about making it public.

"You're here just in time," Abigail said to me. She snapped back to her usual demeanor as she picked up the phone.

Soon, a renowned tailor arrived.

"Your build and appearance are close to Joshua's," Abigail said, glancing toward the bathroom. "Since he's in the shower now, you can try on these suits for him."

For a moment, I'd thought that Joshua was meant to replace me. Now, it seemed like the opposite was true.

I said nothing as I stepped forward and began trying on the suits that the tailor handed to me.

When I put on the jacket, I realized just how much weight I'd lost. Before, this suit would have fit me perfectly, but now, it hung loosely on me.

Abigail noticed this too, and she frowned in dissatisfaction as she asked, "How'd you get so thin?"

She got off the bed and walked toward me. Her pale hand brushed lightly over my chest and my waist.

I watched her, stunned. Her touch felt familiar, almost like how she used to tease me before. But now, it only made my skin crawl.

Although her robe was loose, it was still tied just tight enough to accentuate her curves. The red marks on her neck stood out sharply.