Chapter 15: The Abigail’s Manuplations
Abigail's POV:
Abigail sat on the edge of her bed, the weight of Samuel's words crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body trembled, her hands shaking as she wiped at the tears that had started to fall—tears she couldn't control.
She had always prided herself on being the one in control, but now, in the quiet of her room, she felt like everything was slipping away.
"What have I done?" she whispered to herself, staring blankly at the floor.
The words Samuel had spoken echoed in her mind, each one a dagger to her heart.
"I died slowly."
"I loved you, Abigail."
"You killed me every day, piece by piece."
Her breath hitched as she remembered his cold, detached tone. The way he had looked at her—like she was a stranger. It wasn't just his words that stung, but the emptiness in his eyes. The emptiness that she had created.
She had wanted to punish him. Wanted him to feel the same pain she had felt when he had left her. When she had been alone, with everything falling apart around her.
But in doing so, she had destroyed him.