Chapter 63
How could she be so heartless, completely ignoring my dignity and pride? Right there, in front of everyone, she humiliated and insulted me while hurling words that cut deep. Did that make her happy?
was just a
Seeing my reaction, Abigail’s friends sneered at the with disdain. To them, I was freeloading pretty boy. They thought they didn’t have to pay me the slightest respect since my wife was disrespectful to me.
Abigail looked at me with a face full of defiance, her gaze flickering briefly to Blair before settling back on me. “You’re not fit for work outside. Better stay home and be the good househusband you’re supposed to be.”
Her words cut me with the same mocking tone, offering no regard for my pride. I didn’t
respond. I just turned and walked away. I was about to call a cab when I heard someone call m
name.
“Wait.”
I stopped and turned to see Blair, who smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. I’d planned to take you out to lunch, but things got… out of hand. You must feel awful, right?”
Pushing down my frustration, I forced a smile and tried to comfort her.
Blair gave me a warm smile and shook her head. “It’s okay. We all have our problems; it’s just about finding a way through.”
I stayed silent, lost in my thoughts.
Then, she asked in a gentle voice, “You’ll still come to the gala, right?”
I smiled reassuringly. “I will. It means a lot to you, after all. Thank you.”
As she breathed a sigh of relief, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity. It was as if my going to the gala mattered to her more than I realized.
Just as I wondered why, she stepped closer and looked at me intently. “Samuel, if you truly want to divorce Abigail, I can help you find a lawyer to file against her.”
The air went still.
I looked into her eyes, saw the firmness in them, and then I laughed. “Thanks, but this is personal. If Abigail knew anyone else got involved, she’d only make things WOT
I tried to say it casually, but deep down, I knew just how much it hurt to say those words.
Blair seemed a bit wounded by my response, as though she wanted to say more. But I didn’t want to drag this out.
“Goodbye.” I nodded at her and left in a cab.
The gala was that weekend. Since it was a formal event, I figured I should look the part. I went shopping for a decent suit and even got a haircut
Looking at my reflection, all cleaned up, I felt a strange sense of déjà vu, like I was back in my college days. Back then, I was confident, self–assured, and ready to face anyone. But now? Even dressed respectably, I couldn’t shake this underlying sense of insecurity.
Taking a deep breath, I paid and left. But right outside the door, I ran into Blair again. She stopped her car, smiling as she greeted me. “Hey, fancy meeting you here.”
Surprised, I looked at her and asked, “What brings you here?”
Raising an eyebrow, she replied with a grin, “Hmm… It must be fate. Hop in!”
