I finally couldn’t hold back any longer. I leaned closer to Abigail and asked, “Abigail, what are you thinking?”
Abigail struggled to open her eyes, her red gaze fixed on me. A faint smile crossed her lips as she earnestly replied, “I love you so much.”
I felt my heart race wildly at her words. Her eyes sparkled with tenderness, full of longing for me. In the next moment, she suddenly flipped over, pinning me down on the couch.
She kissed me repeatedly, called my name, and professed her love for me. I gradually succumbed to her affection, losing the strength to push her away.
The next morning, I woke up tired and found that Abigail was already gone. The crumpled sheets were the only proof that everything that had happened was not just a dream.
I couldn’t help but feel frustrated. How could I have made such a mistake? Hadn’t I decided to get a divorce? How could something so ridiculous happen?
Abigail, you truly are a calamity in my life! Why do you always come back to bother me?
I took a deep breath, realizing that I couldn’t stay here anymore. I needed to move to another
city.
Just then, a sudden knock on the door startled me. I jumped up and looked through the peephole only to be shocked to see Belinda standing there.
She was dressed in luxurious clothes. My heart raced; I was sure her visit couldn’t be for anything good. After all, she had given me a hard time when I’d first met her.
She had publicly humiliated me in front of her relatives, spreading rumors that I was a shameless gigolo and suggesting I was only after Abigail’s money. Every time I saw her, she had a snide remark ready.
Now, seeing her at my door brought back that familiar feeling of fear and helplessness. How did she know I lived here? Did Abigail deliberately tell her my address?
My thoughts were jumbled, and anxiety filled my eyes. I wanted to pretend no one was home, but Abigail clearly inherited her mother’s stubbornness; even her knocking was the same.
She pounded on the door furiously, shouting, “Samuel, get out here! I know you’re hiding inside. Don’t be such a coward, or I’ll lose all respect for you!”
The banging made the floor shake, and fearing that my neighbors might complain, I quickly opened the door, feeling awkward as I faced her.
“Belinda, you’re here,” I said.
She glared at me, pushed me aside, and marched into my apartment. “So, this is where you
Chapte
live?” she said, eyeing my place with disdain. “It’s a dump! How embarrassing!”
I didn’t reply; I didn’t even know what to say.
2/2
She plopped down on my couch, her face still cold, and remarked, “When Abigail brought you home, I made it clear that I didn’t think much of a man like. you.
“Now it’s proven; my judgment was right. You’re just a useless piece of trash, and trash will always be trash, with no chance of redemption!”
Her words felt like a rain of blows, yet I remained calm. I looked at her with a polite demeanor and asked, “Belinda, is there something you need to talk to me about?”
