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.

spoke. "So, you already had doubts about my loyalty back then, which led you to follow me overseas, discover the

Sean remained silent.

and if you had continued pursuing me, Graham International might have suffered. There were practical

silence after her messages went unanswered

you interrogated me," Abigail spoke softly, recalling the days when she, Andrew,

injured

couldn't abandon them?" Abigail turned to Sean,

his hand

to hide in a deserted basement and then in a civilian's home

he endured the pain."

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

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to believe that this was your way of expressing love for me, but now

followed her out of the car, taking

complete understanding between us. I assumed you knew I was hiding things and would react rationally, but I was mistaken," Abigail said, retrieving her phone from her pocket to book a flight ticket for

home is. I will go there

hadn't expected their conversation to unravel