ManyWriters

On the day of our wedding anniversary, I stumbled upon an unusual display of azure-colored pyrotechnics on Abigail's secondary Instagram profile.
The accompanying text stated: [Fireworks may be temporary, but our bond is everlasting.]
Through a live broadcast, I caught snippets of their dialogue.
"Who do you prefer, me or your spouse?"
"You, without a doubt," Simon, my husband, promptly replied.
Shortly after, the post vanished, and Simon initiated a video call to showcase the fireworks in real-time.
"Happy anniversary! I arranged this surprise just for you!"
His words left me feeling hollow inside.
After concluding the call, I calmly dialed another number. "Brian, I've decided. I'm going to take that overseas job offer."

Love's Ash

Observing Simon's quietness, Abigail felt elated and grew more daring.


Simon responded with a cold sneer, seizing her hand.


In an instant, he forcefully pushed her away, causing her to tumble to the floor. His piercing eyes locked onto her.


"Gather your belongings and leave this house immediately," he ordered harshly.


Abigail's eyes welled up, and she stuttered, "No, Simon! I'm with child!"


This was her final attempt at negotiation. To her dismay, Simon's reaction was not what she had anticipated. He smirked mockingly.


"Pregnant? Then terminate it without delay."


"Simon, this is your offspring—your own blood! How can you..."


"And? It's merely an illegitimate child."


These words left Abigail feeling as if she'd plunged into freezing waters.


"No! No!" She became almost delirious, shrieking as though she'd lost her sanity.


Mateo, grasping the situation, motioned towards the entrance.


Several guards entered, seizing the disheveled Abigail and hauling her out.


Chapter 7