Abigail's Humilated and End of Joshua's Carrier

Abigail's grip on the steering wheel tightened, her knuckles white with the force. She could feel the tension in the air, the thick weight of Samuel's presence suffocating her in the car. Her heart was racing, but her mind was a tangled mess of confusion and anger. She couldn't believe this was happening. How had it all come to this?

Suddenly, Samuel flicked a cigarette into the air and took a long drag, the smoke curling into the air and filling the space around them. Abigail's eyes flicked to the smoke, her patience running thin.

"No smoking in my car, Samuel. Do you understand?" she snapped, her voice trembling with barely contained frustration.

Samuel didn't even flinch. He exhaled slowly, the smoke wafting toward her, his expression completely unfazed. "Really?"

He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And your lap dog Joshua can do that, but your own private husband can't? Such a hypocrite you are."

Abigail's chest tightened, her face flushing with anger. She could feel the sting of his words, but it was the coldness in his tone that hurt the most. She could barely bring herself to speak, the memories of their once-loving relationship swirling in her mind.

"You're impossible, Samuel," she muttered, her voice quieter now, softer. "I don't even know you anymore."

Samuel grinned at her, his eyes sharp and calculating. "Oh, I'm exactly who you made me, Abigail. Don't fool yourself into thinking otherwise."

He leaned back in the seat, the cigarette still dangling from his fingers as if he didn't care at all. "Remember those times when you asked me to buy condoms when you brought those people into our home?"

he said, the words hitting her like a slap. "Well, now I'm thinking you could do the same for me."

Abigail's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, her breath catching in her throat. "There wasn't anything between me and those guys, Samuel! It was all a setup—to get your attention! To make you realize what you were doing to me!"

She could feel the guilt and anger rising, but she held back the tears. She couldn't break down in front of him.

Samuel's face remained unreadable, his eyes locked on hers. He exhaled a long plume of smoke before speaking again. "I don't care. Where's the proof, Abigail? I've heard all your excuses before."

He shrugged nonchalantly, flicking the ash off his cigarette. "You always have an excuse. Just get this over with. I already gave your lap dog Joshua a copy of the divorce papers, so just sign them and leave me at my place."

Abigail looked at him, her heart sinking. This wasn't the man she had married—the man she had once loved with every ounce of her being. "What... have you become?" Her voice cracked slightly, the question hanging in the air, heavy and unanswered.

Samuel's eyes met hers with a coldness she had never seen before. "I'm exactly what you made me," he repeated, his tone final.

His expression softened only for a moment, a hint of something darker flashing through his eyes. "You had your chance to fix this, Abigail. But you didn't. You destroyed it."

Abigail's breath caught in her throat. The finality of his words left her speechless. What was there left to say? She knew she had made mistakes, but this... this was more than she could bear.

Samuel leaned forward, his gaze narrowing. "Alright, just leave me here. I'm tired of looking at your face. I can't believe I used to worship you, back when things didn't feel like a mess."

He took another drag of his cigarette, staring straight ahead. "Just sign the divorce papers, Abigail. Don't waste any more of my time with your pathetic excuses."

Abigail's hands trembled as she fought back the tears. She wanted to scream, to beg him to come back to her, but something inside her knew that it was too late. There was no coming back from this. Not after everything that had happened.

Samuel opened the car door, the sound of it echoing in the quiet space between them. "I'm waiting for you to sign them," he said over his shoulder as he stepped out of the car. "And I don't need any more pathetic excuses."

The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Abigail alone in the car, the weight of his words pressing down on her chest. The tears she had been holding back finally slipped down her cheeks, but she didn't wipe them away. She just sat there, numb, lost in the mess that had once been her life.

She knew she couldn't go back, not after everything Samuel had said. And yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had lost something more than just her husband. She had lost the person she used to be.

Abigail stormed into the room where Joshua was waiting, his confident posture faltering slightly as he saw the rage burning in her eyes.

The weight of her emotions, the frustration, the hurt, and the boiling anger, was palpable as she strode toward him, her steps echoing like a storm approaching.

Without warning, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

The loud crack of the slap rang out, sending a hush through the room. Joshua staggered back, his hand instinctively going to his cheek where the burn of her slap lingered. His eyes widened in shock, his lips parting in disbelief at her sudden outburst.

"How dare you," Abigail's voice was cold, laced with venom. "You really think you can just play with my life like that? You, of all people?"

Joshua stumbled for words, but nothing came out. He looked around the room, as if searching for some sort of explanation or defense, but the weight of her words and actions was too much to bear. She was already several steps ahead of him.

Abigail took a deep breath, controlling her fury, and grabbed the divorce papers from his desk with an icy calmness that only made Joshua feel even smaller.

She held them out in front of her, her fingers curling around the papers as if they were the final remnants of her broken relationship.

"I'll stop your funding, Joshua. I'll make sure you regret ever getting involved with Samuel, and the pain he's gone through because of you—" Her eyes burned with a fiery intensity as she leveled a piercing gaze at him, "—you'll feel a thousand times worse."

Joshua opened his mouth, his throat dry as he tried to speak, but Abigail didn't give him the chance.

"Samuel is gone," she said, her voice lower now but carrying the weight of finality. "And the worst part? You—a person without any talent, without any real ability—are out there living a life you don't deserve." Her eyes flashed with contempt as she took a step closer to him, her cold tone cutting through him like ice.

"You want to know what's coming for you?" She let the silence hang for a moment, letting the dread build between them before speaking again with calculated coldness, "From this day forward, Joshua, you will disappear from the film industry. You'll fade into nothingness, because I'll make sure of it."

Her words struck him like a blow to the gut. His mouth was agape, but no words came. He had never seen her so determined, so utterly ruthless, and a part of him wondered if he had truly pushed her to the point where there was no turning back. The entire room felt suffocating, as if it had closed in around him, and he could feel his own career—the very thing he had worked so hard to build—slipping through his fingers.

Abigail turned on her heel, her back to him now, and for a brief moment, Joshua thought he might be able to salvage something. But she stopped, her voice cutting through the silence like a dagger.

"Make sure you remember this day, Joshua," she said, her words as sharp as ever. "Because from now on, you're nothing."

With that, Abigail left the room, the door slamming behind her with a finality that echoed through the quiet space. Joshua stood there, his face still stinging from the slap, the weight of her words sinking in deeper than any physical pain he had felt. He had underestimated her, and now he realized just how wrong he had been.

Abigail had already made her decision. The gears of her vengeance were already in motion, and there was nothing Joshua could do to stop it. He had played his part, and now he was nothing more than a pawn in her game.