Abigail’s Second Life

The burden of expectations from her colleagues and Kevin pressed down heavily on her shoulders.

Kevin was oblivious to her true desires and never paused to consider if his offerings truly resonated with her. Perhaps his actions were shaped by past encounters with other women, leading him to believe that his gestures should automatically be embraced and cherished by any woman.

But she was unlike those women. She longed to unearth her own sense of value.

In the vastness of Capitalis, luxury cars, and glamorous, wealthy women fill the streets, leaving her feeling adrift in this bustling metropolis.

She struggled to find her path and to uncover the purpose of her existence here.

Initially, her goal was simply to earn enough money to repay her student loans. But once that was accomplished, her aspirations grew. She longed to carve out a name for herself in this city, to rise above her class...

But reality proved harsh, and it ruthlessly exposed the folly of her dreams.

Now, she felt adrift, like a ship lost at sea.

She sat in the modest confines of a pasta shop and gazed pensively at the bowl of spaghetti before her. Tears silently traced down her cheeks.

The pressure of life is just overwhelming... Even a simple bowl of vegetarian noodles, without a single piece of meat, costs over fifty bucks in Capitalis. And here she was, stuck in L.Moon for so long, feeling like she was going nowhere that she felt worthless.

Abigail was in the middle of her dinner when she received a message from Josh.

It was a picture of Irene sitting alone in a pasta shop with tears streaming down her face as she tried to eat her noodles. She looked utterly heartbroken. Abigail felt a pang of sympathy. She gently placed her fork and knife down and quickly replied to his message. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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arriving, she stepped

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Irene turned around with tears still staining her cheeks

the matter?" Abigail asked as she took a seat beside

she felt a mix of embarrassment and remorse. "Miss Quinn, what brings you

popped in for some spaghetti. My boyfriend's got a craving," Abigail replied casually as she reached for

managed a faint smile

you feeling the work stress, Irene?" Abigail asked gently

Irene replied as she lowered her gaze and clasped her hands

Abigail suggested empathetically. She understood the emotional fragility of recent graduates, especially with

one. Even if you nail the next one, you'll still need to keep pushing yourself

"I understand." Irene sniffled.

But first, you need to find your comfort zone," Abigail added. She did not want to pressure her into overexerting herself. Life could get pretty overwhelming, so opting for a more relaxed approach might not be

who broadcasted our clothing line on the first day?"

"Yeah, Lily Kendler.

factory line for years, rode the popularity wave, shut down her