Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 815 Happiness Isn't Easily Attained

Under the bright lights, Isla appeared devastated, all because of Sean's words.

She cast her eyes down, feeling a wave of self-doubt that silenced the words she wanted to express.

Abigail nudged her gently. "Speak up."

With red eyes, Isla bit her lip for a long moment before finally asking Cameron, "Do you no longer have feelings for me?"

Cameron hesitated briefly before quickly explaining, "I've just been incredibly busy, that's all."

"Everyone outside is saying that you hold a prestigious position as the head of security for a prominent figure and that you've even been introduced to a highly educated heiress," Isla spoke slowly, her voice trembling.

Abigail held the woman's hand tightly.

Tears streamed down Isla's cheeks. "Since we got married, you've rarely been home, especially after I became pregnant. I know I've gained weight and lost my looks, particularly with a large stomach. It's challenging for men to remain faithful to their wives during pregnancy—"

"I have never been unfaithful to you," Cameron quickly interjected.

"If you no longer have feelings for me, then let's end things. I'll take our child with me… It's difficult to go through this alone." Isla's eyes brimmed with tears.

Seeing her in such distress, Cameron couldn't help but embrace her. "How could I not have feelings for you? I'll resign from my job, become a silent partner, and come home to be with you. If you want to work out, I'll do it with you. There's plenty of ways to help you regain your former self."

"Cameron…" Isla whispered.

Cameron paused, trying to recall the last time she had said his name in that tone.

Cameron's gaze softened as a warmth surged through him. "What's the matter?"

"I feel unattractive. My stomach looks terrible… You won't like it." Isla sounded insecure.

Abigail couldn't help but glance at Sean, wondering if she would feel insecure about her post- pregnancy belly in the future.

"I love you for who you are, not for your stomach. I'll inquire around to see if we can help you regain your former self, alright?" Cameron held her close, his tone gentle.

Tears trickled down Isla's cheeks. "Could you please not be so busy? The baby doesn't seem to like you. He cries whenever you hold him."

"Alright, I'll resign from my job and return to take care of the baby with you. I'll read some books to learn how to bond with the baby. What do you say?" Cameron reassured her.

Isla nestled closer to him, softly sniffing.

It was late at night when Abigail and Sean departed from Cameron's residence.

Sitting in the car, Sean remained silent for a while before speaking. "I thought they would be happy."

Abigail gazed out the window. The night was dark and quiet, holding a touch of melancholy. "Happiness isn't easily attained."

In all honesty, Abigail and Sean had their own share of disagreements and challenges. Throughout the three years of marriage, she was no better off than anyone else. That being said, one

advantage was that Sean was firm about not wanting children. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to escape. With no career and no love, everything was chaotic.

Can happiness truly find us without effort or care?

Sean leaned in closer to her, whispering in her ear, "Should we go to a hotel?"

"Isn't it nice to return home?" Abigail wasn't fond of hotels.

"Let's go to a hotel. I can't do anything to you as I please at your place." Sean felt pressured, especially with her parents present. It would be awkward the next day if anyone heard anything.

Abigail sighed. "Alright, alright. Let's go to a hotel. Just remember to get protection."

"The hotel always has it ready for me." Sean started the engine.

He drove to a relatively secluded hotel, finding a private spot to park the car.

Abigail realized too late that he had pinned her down on the seat.

"Sean… It'll be so embarrassing if someone sees us," Abigail whispered as she pushed against him.

"No one will see us," Sean assured her as he put up the sunshade.

Unable to resist him, Abigail felt a mix of nerves and excitement, her body growing weak.

Once they were done, Sean helped clean her up and wrapped his coat around her.

With a hint of blush and a satiated look on her face, Abigail glared at him. "Why did it have to be in the car?"

"I want to explore different places with you," Sean replied.

Unable to hold back, she teased, "Haven't seen you in six months, and you're already being playful."

"When I miss you, I think about where we can have fun and let loose." Sean chuckled as he opened the car door.

The scent in the car slowly dissipated.

Leaning against the car in his shirt, Sean lit a cigarette, feeling relaxed. "Why don't we just stay here and enjoy the night view instead of going back?"

Wearing his shirt, Abigail got out of the car, looked up, and pursed her lips. "It's pitch black. I'd rather go home and sleep."

"Alright, let's go to a hotel to sleep," Sean suggested, turning around and giving her a playful pat on her bottom.

Abigail got back in the car, and only then did Sean start the engine. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

At the hotel, as soon as the door closed, Sean and Abigail shared a passionate kiss.

Backing up while holding her, they fell onto the bed. Abigail's hair spread out, and her eyes gazed at him with affection.

Sean's heart was completely captivated by her gaze.

He nuzzled her nose and then gently kissed her lips. He did it very delicately and tenderly.

Abigail made a sound of agreement. With her hands around his neck, she asked in a muffled voice, "Isla made me a little scared of getting pregnant. I saw her stomach. It was a bit scary."

"Then let's not have any kids," Sean said without hesitation.

If Abigail was afraid, he didn't want to put her through that pain.

The Grahams didn't need to have a child. It wasn't like they were in line for the throne or anything.