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.

pushed him away, her gaze steady as she spoke. "So,

Sean remained silent.

Graham International might have suffered. There were practical obstacles between us that hindered our relationship, and there's

her messages went unanswered was the

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

lay injured on

I couldn't abandon them?" Abigail

hand tightly, saying

We were forced to hide

leave his disabled son behind, he endured

Abigail reclined in her seat, exhaling

to access chapters of novels early and in

ownership. I know you can't tolerate any interference. I used to believe that this was your way of expressing love

of the car, taking Abigail's hand with

fault for keeping things from you and for not 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

I will go there on my own," she said

their conversation to