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.

'Give me the address.'

drove to the pasta shop. Upon arriving, she stepped inside and scanned the table numbers,

spotted her

sat with her back to her, her slender shoulders shaking with

approached quietly and stood behind her for a moment before softly

still staining her cheeks as she looked up

matter?" Abigail asked as she took a seat beside

glistened with tears as she felt a mix of embarrassment and remorse. "Miss

spaghetti. My boyfriend's got a craving," Abigail replied casually

a faint smile

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

my grandparents," Irene replied as she lowered

salary is decent, and the flight home won't take long. Don't always pinch pennies unless you're saving up for something big," Abigail suggested empathetically. She understood the emotional fragility of recent graduates, especially with the heavy workload at

role doesn't pan out, give your all in the next one. Even if you nail the next one, you'll still need to keep pushing yourself for the

"I understand." Irene sniffled.

zone," Abigail added. She did not want to pressure her into overexerting herself. Life could get pretty overwhelming, so opting

first day?" Abigail asked, her expression unusually serious as

earnestly. "Yeah, Lily

with little education, toiled away on the factory line for years, rode the popularity wave, shut down