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 for so

know before she got pregnant, and you still don't know now. Your security company is just average. What's more important, your

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

aggrieved, but Cameron felt much more at ease than

was only the both of them, Isla

simultaneously, and Cameron's head was about to explode from the

the kid upstairs, Abigail and Isla tidied up the

rush into having children, got it?" Isla advised Abigail

nanny before the child is one or two years old. How can a new mom like you manage without help?" "But my mom says nannies are not good,"

and in such a big house,

for a while. Suddenly, she laughed. "I regret getting

I cried and called 911 for help and was taken to the hospital. The doctors kept asking me where my husband was, but I couldn't even reach him..." Isla

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

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

my clothes and saw 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 said,

and having children... Sometimes, you have to pay a price. Not everything has a reward. In the end, you and Cameron are

to say for a moment; she