Abigail’s Second Life

Life was composed of these small details, accumulating one by one and breaking down a vibrant woman filled with longing for love and marriage.

Cameron mimicked her, swaying his body while listening to her complaints.

"Cameron, what's the matter with you? Why didn't you hire a nanny?" Sean asked sternly.

"I did, but they weren't the right fit. She didn't like them," Cameron explained.

Abigail comforted Isla and asked gently, "Why don't you like them?"

"After giving birth, my memory wasn't good; I kept forgetting things. When I saw the nanny stealing the supplements he got, I sent her away. Since then, I haven't hired anyone, just part-time cleaners..." Isla sniffed.

"Don't you think you should have called Cameron back to handle the nanny situation?" Sean muttered to himself, noting that Cameron was running a security company, but his home situation was chaotic. He seemed more suited to lounging at home.

Isla looked at him with red eyes. "Forget it. We hardly see each other all year. Today, we meet, but tomorrow morning, you'll be gone."

Cameron couldn't help but say, "You don't pay attention to me either."

pay attention to you when I've been pregnant

learn how to be a father. You didn't know before she got pregnant, and you still don't know now. Your security company is just

prioritize your family. Look at a well-educated girl like her, being worn out by the kids at home all day. Which wealthy

felt even more aggrieved, but Cameron felt much more at ease

only the both

mother and son were crying simultaneously, and Cameron's head was about

kid upstairs, Abigail and Isla tidied

into having children, got it?" Isla advised Abigail tearfully. "Marriage is either the

years old. How can a new mom like you manage

Your mom doesn't help with the kids, and in such a big house, you don't even have assistance. Aren't you tired of

dinosaur, lost in thought for a while. Suddenly, she laughed. "I regret getting married. Love is like

was taken to the hospital. The doctors kept asking me where my husband was, but I couldn't even

stepped forward, hugged her, and patted her shoulder. "I apologize on behalf of

postpartum, my mom came over and scolded me, saying I insisted on marrying such a person. From giving birth to postpartum, no one came

the stretch marks on my belly, I felt so scared that I didn't dare let him touch me, afraid he would see and reject me," Isla

pay a price. Not everything has a reward. In the

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