Chapter 3 We’re Getting a Divorce
“What are you doing here? Michelle is injured and needs to rest,” Marcus said coldly, his voice devoid of warmth.
Abigail was taken aback. Michelle just had a hand injury, but she suffered a far more serious injury herself. Even though she was standing among her family, she felt like an outsider.
Diana shot her a glare. “Some people are just bad luck. It’s like we’ve invited a curse into our home. What have we done to
deserve this?”
Anthony opened a food container. “Mom, stop with the
nonsense.”
He glanced at Abigail. “I didn’t know you’d wake up so soon, so I didn’t bring you anything to eat. There’s a cafeteria downstairs if you’re hungry.”
With that, the four of them began to eat, completely ignoring Abigail, who stood pale and silent at the door.
At that moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity wash over her. Was this the family she had worked so hard to build?
Fate had spared her life in that fire, and Abigail decided that she would treasure the time she had left and begin a new life.
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Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, her gaze locking on Marcus. “Marcus, you don’t want me as your mom, do you?”
Caught off guard by her question, everyone paused, forks hovering mid–air as they turned to look at her.
Marcus, being just a child, nodded without hesitation.
“I really like Michelle. If I could, I would like her to be my mother.”
Abigail’s lips twisted into a cold smile at his predictable answer, then she switched her gaze to Diana. “Diana, you don’t want me either, do you?”
Diana stood up, her fury rising. “At the very least, you know your place. You are a jinx! If I had the option, I would not want you, just like Marcus.”
Anthony, who had remained silent, continued to eat as if nothing was happening.
Michelle tugged at Diana’s sleeve in a feigned attempt to stop her. “Diana, don’t say that.”
Diana pressed on. “Michelle, please don’t hold me back; I need to speak what everyone is thinking! I’ve never liked her. If Anthony’s father had not insisted on the marriage, I would never have accepted her. She has been whining for years about getting unwell from childbirth, refusing to find work, and living off the Robinson family. She is as useless as they come!”
Chapter 3 We’re Getting a Divorce Abigail’s heart sank at the words.
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Abigail did have a traumatic childbirth, which left her with son persistent illness, but she had been wanting to go back to work.
But Anthony, who had been doting on Abigail, had talked her out of it. He told her to focus on getting well soon. He promised he would support the whole family. He even stated that only if Abigail stayed at home to care for the house could he be worry–free while working.
He had arranged it all, but now it turned out to be entirely her fault.
His mother was accusing his wife, but Anthony remained silent, as if he hadn’t heard a word.
Now, for the first time, Abigail knew what it was to be heartbroken.
Her eyes, now red with unshed tears, turned to Anthony. “What about you, Anthony? You don’t want me as your wife, do you?”
Finally, he set down the spoon and looked up, impatience flashing in his eyes.
“What do you want from me? Don’t start the drama once you wake up. I’m tired and don’t have the energy for your nonsense right now.”
To some questions, an indirect answer said it all.
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At this moment, Abigail finally made up her mind. The family she had worked hard for years to build, the man she had loved for nearly a decade–she didn’t want any of it anymore.
A bitter smile crept across her face as she turned to Michelle. “Congratulations to you all. Your wishes are about to come
true.”
Michelle feigned concern, but a glint of triumph shone in her
eyes.
Anthony stood up, impatience radiating from him. “What do
you mean?”
“Let’s get a divorce!”
