Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail gently pressed her hand against her temple. "Sean, I killed someone abroad. The bullet went through his forehead, and since then, that bullet has accompanied me, piercing through my forehead countless times in my dreams."

Sean's eyes softened with tenderness. "If I hadn't left that day and stayed by your side, would things have turned out differently?"

"I can't say for sure. There are no 'ifs' in life anymore," Abigail replied calmly. "The day you left, my vision was clouded by drugs. I couldn't see clearly. I was lost in darkness."

The dense darkness enveloped her on that shore.

She tried to push away all thoughts, attempting to find a way back. But the more she tried, the clearer the memories became.

Amidst the relentless insomnia, the recollections of those six months became more vivid, as if they had just occurred yesterday.

Sean held her close. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have walked away. I shouldn't have let anger cloud my judgment."

"I believed we had unwavering trust. I thought we were unbreakable together. But for some reason, the day I messaged you, you didn't reply. Did something prevent you from responding to me?" Abigail recalled the moment she messaged Sean after leaving the Johnson Hospital Research Institute but received no response.

Sean clenched his lower lip, and after a long pause, he murmured, "I saw a photo of you with Larry by the window, with Andrew beside you. I thought you had moved on with someone else behind my back." "I understand." Sean felt a pang of guilt.

don't need to apologize. That kind of photo indeed easily leads to misunderstanding. Abigail gently pushed him away, her gaze steady as she spoke. "So, you already had doubts about my

Sean remained silent.

know you invested a lot back then, and if you had continued pursuing me, Graham International might have suffered. There were practical obstacles between us that hindered our relationship, and there's no

messages went unanswered was the

in someone else's house and called you. That's when you interrogated me," Abigail spoke softly, recalling the days when she, Andrew, and Martin lived

lay injured

I couldn't abandon them?"

gripped his hand tightly,

bullet that nearly ended his life. Despite his paralyzed legs, he protected me. We were forced to hide in a deserted basement and then in a civilian's home that we had to claim forcefully. He crawled on the floor when he

suffered for me. Unwilling to leave his disabled son behind, he endured the pain." Abigail recounted slowly, "That's

seat, exhaling deeply. She glanced at Sean. "If you had replied to my message, then we could have strategized and perhaps avoided the

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tolerate any interference. I used to believe that this was your way of expressing love for

the car, taking Abigail's hand with red eyes. "I'm

being honest. There has always been a lack of complete understanding between us. I assumed you knew I was hiding things and would react rationally, but I was mistaken," Abigail

know where your home is. I will go there on

hadn't expected their conversation to