Chapter 80
Abigail had once used this against me, openly mocking me in front of everyone.
She threw her bank card in my face and taunted, “Look everyone, this is what this man does- he only knows how to ask his wife for money every day. Does someone like this even deserve
to be called a man?”
I was stunned into silence by her words, feeling as if she had transformed into a woman who was both crazy and vicious. She felt increasingly foreign to me as if the only purpose left in her life was to humiliate me.
At that moment, I couldn’t understand why she chose to belittle me this way. I had given up my job to support her, to be her strongest backing. I didn’t want her to have any worries, which was why I stayed home to take care of everything.
Why did she make it sound like I was just a freeloader, shamelessly begging my wife for money?
At the time, I didn’t realize the purpose of molding me into this image. When I finally learned the truth, I wasn’t as heartbroken as I expected to be; instead, I found it amusing.
It was ridiculous that all my efforts had gone to waste. What was even more laughable was how I had poured my heart out only to have it trampled on.
I had some savings, but my sister’s severe medical condition meant I had spent almost all my money on her treatment. And she had known this from the very beginning of our relationship.
Now, not only did she seem unconcerned, but she also used my sister’s situation to mock me
I took a deep breath, accepted the check back, and calmly asked her, “So, what do you want me
to do?”
“It’s very simple,” she replied, sizing me up. “I don’t know why they specifically requested you to attend this event with me, but you’d better remember not to say anything you
shouldn’t.
“If the collaboration succeeds, everyone will be happy. But if it fails, I won’t let you off the
hook!!
The more she spoke, the more serious and intense her gaze became as if I were a ruthless person who could sabotage her plans at any moment.
“Alright, I’ll follow your lead.” I smiled coolly, looking at her with no hint of emotion. “After all, you’re the one paying, right?”
1 could see her expression shift, her eyes momentarily widening in surprise. Veins popped out on her forehead, and anger began to flicker in her eyes.
Then, in an instant, she seized my wrist, ahout furtously, “Samuel, let me tell you, right now you are nothing more than a plaything to mal
“I just want to see you struggling, trapped, and finable to escape, I enjoy watching you suffer and being tormented, do you understand?” Hor elp was painfully tight on my wrist, yet I refused to give her oven a hint of submission.
“Abigail, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but hope you understand that it’s not me who can’t leave; it’s you who needs me. So please, putaway that high–and–mighty attitude of yours, or I can walk away at any time.”
I spoke calmly, but my words darkened her expression, filling her with rage. She glared at me like a furious wolf, ready to pounce and devour e whole.
“Samuel, you have no right to lecture mel”
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