The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 6

Abigail's face darkened when she heard that. She clenched her teeth in anger, then slapped me hard. The sting of it left my cheek burning, and I grunted from the pain. Before I could gather my thoughts, she gripped my throat tightly.

I gasped, and my face flushed as I struggled to breathe, feeling a rush in my head as everything buzzed.

Abigail wasn't done yet. Her face was ice-cold as she demanded, "Samuel, do you even know what you're saying?"

I forced a weak smile. "I've never been clearer."

What did I have left to fear, knowing the end was so near?

"This ring is mine. I'll give it to whoever I want," she snapped, letting go of me.

I clutched the ring in my hand with grim determination. A tense silence fell over the room as people glanced around, unsure if they should step in.

Joshua was very sharp and quick to read the room. He quickly stepped forward and smiled as he grabbed Abigail's hand.

"Abi, don't be mad at him. If he likes it so much, I'll let him have it. Here, Samuel, let me make a toast to you. I shouldn't have made such a big deal of my birthday, upsetting you like this. I'm sorry. Drink this as my token of apology."

Joshua gave me the glass. The strong scent of alcohol hit me, stirring up waves of nausea. My body instinctively rejected it as I stumbled back.

Joshua was stunned, and he looked disappointed. He sighed. "I guess Samuel doesn't want to forgive me."

Abigail snatched the glass from Joshua coldly. She gripped my chin and forced the alcohol into my

I sputtered and choked, but the pain in my hands and the throbbing in my body left me helpless. She pressed me down to sit on a chair and poured the burning liquor down my throat.

The fiery taste invaded my senses, making my stomach twist violently. Sweat dripped from my forehead and trailed down my face as I struggled for breath. The pain was so intense that I couldn't breathe.

I collapsed to the floor, curling up in agony and coughing harshly. My mouth was filled with a metallic taste, and I spat out a mouthful of blood.

Abigail's initial look of disgust quickly morphed into horror. She shouted, "What's wrong? Get up!"

I could hear Abigail's commanding voice just before I passed out, as if I were nothing more than a servant at her beck and call.

I thought I had finally gotten my release. But fate had different plans.

When I opened my eyes again, the strong scent of antiseptic hit me, making me wince. I tried to sit up, but a gentle hand pressed me back down.

"The doctor said you need rest. Just lie down," a soft, soothing voice said, stopping me in my tracks.

I looked up and found myself staring into the eyes of a beautiful young woman.

"You're… Abigail's assistant?" I finally recognized her.