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.

she spoke. "So, you already had doubts about my loyalty back then, which led you to

Sean remained silent.

might have suffered. There were practical obstacles between us that hindered our

her messages went unanswered

That's when you interrogated me," Abigail

lay injured on the

you know why I couldn't abandon them?" Abigail turned

hand

that nearly ended his life. Despite his paralyzed legs, he protected me. We were forced to hide in a deserted basement

suffered for me. Unwilling to leave his disabled son behind, he

him, Andrew and Larry would have perished. Simond comes from a lineage of mercenaries." Abigail reclined in her seat, exhaling deeply. She glanced at Sean. "If you had replied to my message, then we could have strategized and perhaps avoided the tragedies

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that you have a strong sense of ownership. I know you can't tolerate any interference. I used to believe that this was your way of expressing love for me, but now I realize that you tend to falter at crucial moments," Abigail said calmly as she pushed

out of the car, taking Abigail's hand with red eyes.

a lack of complete understanding between us. I assumed you

will go there on my own," she said

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