I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 804 Bitterness Turns Into Resentment

Abigail gently pressed her hand against her temple. "Sean, I killed someone abroad. The bullet went through his forehead, and since then, that bullet has accompanied me, piercing through my forehead countless times in my dreams."

Sean's eyes softened with tenderness. "If I hadn't left that day and stayed by your side, would things have turned out differently?"

"I can't say for sure. There are no 'ifs' in life anymore," Abigail replied calmly. "The day you left, my vision was clouded by drugs. I couldn't see clearly. I was lost in darkness."

The dense darkness enveloped her on that shore.

She tried to push away all thoughts, attempting to find a way back. But the more she tried, the clearer the memories became.

Amidst the relentless insomnia, the recollections of those six months became more vivid, as if they had just occurred yesterday.

Sean held her close. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have walked away. I shouldn't have let anger cloud my judgment."

"I believed we had unwavering trust. I thought we were unbreakable together. But for some reason, the day I messaged you, you didn't reply. Did something prevent you from responding to me?" Abigail recalled the moment she messaged Sean after leaving the Johnson Hospital Research Institute but received no response.

Sean clenched his lower lip, and after a long pause, he murmured, "I saw a photo of you with Larry by the window, with Andrew beside you. I thought you had moved on with someone else behind my back."

"I understand." Sean felt a pang of guilt.

"You don't need to apologize. That kind of photo indeed easily leads to misunderstanding. Abigail gently pushed him away, her gaze steady as she spoke. "So, you already had doubts about my loyalty back then, which led you to follow me overseas, discover the truth, and leave so abruptly."

Sean remained silent.

"But it's alright. I know you invested a lot back then, and if you had continued pursuing me, Graham International might have suffered. There were practical obstacles between us that hindered our relationship, and there's no need for blame." Abigail spoke calmly.

The period of silence after her messages went unanswered was the most painful for Abigail.

"Later, I hid in someone else's house and called you. That's when you interrogated me," Abigail spoke softly, recalling the days when she, Andrew, and Martin lived like shadows.

Andrew lay injured on the ground.

"Do you know why I couldn't abandon them?" Abigail turned to Sean, her voice eerily composed.

Sean gripped his hand tightly, saying nothing.

"Andrew." Abigail gestured to her shoulder. "He shielded me, taking a bullet that nearly ended his life. Despite his paralyzed legs, he protected me. We were forced to hide in a deserted basement and then in a civilian's home that we had to claim forcefully. He crawled on the floor when he was injured. It was heartbreaking."

"Martin also suffered for me. Unwilling to leave his disabled son behind, he endured the pain." Abigail recounted slowly, "That's why I left with Simond."

"If I hadn't gone with him, Andrew and Larry would have perished. Simond comes from a lineage of mercenaries." Abigail reclined in her seat, exhaling deeply. She glanced at Sean. "If you had replied to my message, then we could have strategized and perhaps avoided the tragedies that followed."

Sean's hands trembled.

"I understand that you have a strong sense of ownership. I know you can't tolerate any interference. I used to believe that this was your way of expressing love for me, but now I realize that you tend to falter at crucial moments," Abigail said calmly as she pushed open the car door.

Sean followed her out of the car, taking Abigail's hand with red eyes. "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. You didn't have to rescue me back there. It was my fault for keeping things from you and for not being honest. There has always been a lack of complete understanding between us. I assumed you knew I was hiding things and would react rationally, but I was mistaken," Abigail said, retrieving her phone from her pocket to book a flight ticket for herself. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"I know where your home is. I will go there on my own," she said softly to Sean.

Xavien hadn't expected their conversation to unravel so quickly.

As Abigail left, he approached Sean and asked quietly. "What's the matter?"

Sean bowed his head and murmured, "It was a mistake to let go of Kevin that day. She has endured a lot in the past six months and had to take the first shot to survive."

Xavien was at a loss for words.

"Let's forget about it and head back." Sean quickly regained his composure.

Abigail boarded the plane, sat by the window, put on sunglasses, and wore a cold expression.

It turned out it was a photo that made her miss the chance to see Sean the most.

Who sent that photo?

Abigail felt a mix of irritation and suffocation in her heart.

Her nose tingled, she turned to gaze at the sea of clouds, the suffering she had endured for the past six months now transformed into a sense of grievance and disappointment. Behind her sunglasses, she held back tears.