Third POV***The next day in the morning, due to the drama from last night, Abigail couldn't have enough sleep and so she paraded around the mansion.Henry was fast asleep and she didn't want to disturb him.Her presence was needed in the station and so she decided to leave on her own.Abigail was wearing a simple dress with little to no make-up.She decided not to disturb Henry, after all, they only needed her presence in the station and not anyone else.A driver in the mansion offered to drive Abigail and she accepted, especially since Henry had warned them to never let Abigail outside on her own again.Abigail would have preferred if Adonis drove her instead but Henry had given him a short break.Soon they got to the station and Abigail walked into the big building."You, what are you doing here?" Mrs Williams legs and arms were in chains but when she caught sight of Abigail, her blood boiled.The officers had told her that the CEO of Zeng company would be coming to see her, so wh
Abigail's POV***Thirty minutes had passed since Ethan's death and I couldn't stop my body from shaking.Henry stood by my side, his hands wrapped around my shoulder in a comforting way."He is dead?" I asked in a whisper even though I knew the answer.Henry pulled me closer and placed a kiss on my forehead.I saw them wrap Ethan up into a black big plastic bag and I confirmed it to be true.What other evidence do I need?Ethan was dead and I would never see him anymore.He died because he was trying to save me, how can I ever forget that?I sniffed back my tears and stared at the street filled with reporters."Henry Brundeen!"Grandfather Brundeen called with a snort and my gaze traveled to look at him.The rest of the Brundeen family followed him, their eyes swollen."Your beloved cousin is dead and you care to comfort the woman who had gotten him killed in the first place."Grandfather Brundeen's words were like a knife and they pierced through my heart."Abigail is pregnant and s
Abigail’s POV *** “Mother, have you seen my charm bracelet?” I complained as I proceeded to look for my bracelet.“I saw it in the drawer. Let me go get it for you.” My stepmother politely replied before walking over to the drawer.“Here you go, sweetie.” I felt my heart swell with gratitude. A smile spread across my face as I reached out to accept the bracelet from her. But to my surprise, she didn’t give it to me right away. Instead, she gently grasped my hand in hers.“Allow me to assist the birthday princess,” she said with a warm smile, as she carefully placed the bracelet on my wrist. She then gave me a gentle pat on the back.The gesture was so kind and thoughtful that I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. I had never felt more appreciated and loved, than at that moment. I was never one to get angry. I believed that my stepmother wanted the best for me and that was why she was eager to help me on my 20th birthday.My father, Lord William, filled the invitation list for m
Abigail’s POV The next morning, I was in severe pain throughout my body, particularly in my lower body. I winced and slowly sat up, blinking my eyes open.My eyes darted around the room. I felt a warm breath on my back and I spun around to see where it was coming from.I caught sight of a man sleeping soundly in the bed with the sheets pulled up over his face. I gulped in fear and my heart began to race.Where was I? It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was naked under the sheets. Knowing what I had done, I began to weep.What would my father think of me? And most especially my boyfriend, Ethan.They would all call me a slut because I had sex with a stranger. If anyone found out about this, then my life would be miserable and useless.I was terrified of what people would think of me if they knew what had happened. They would probably see me as a promiscuous lady.If my family learned about this, then I would be in serious trouble.I bit my lip. “No one must know about this.
Five years later,Abigail’s POV ***“Audrey, please be a good boy and stay close to me,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm and steady. “I’m worried that you’ll get lost in the airport if you wander off. You know how important it is for us to stay together.” He was only four years old, and I knew he could be quite stubborn, but he was also the most adorable child I had ever seen. Despite his occasional tantrums, he had my heart completely wrapped around his little finger.“Mom, I’m not a baby anymore! I’m a big boy, and I can take care of myself. I should be the one protecting you, not the other way around,” Audrey protested, his little cheeks puffed up with indignation. He was definitely an intelligent child, with a strong will and a determined spirit. But he was still so young, and I couldn’t help but worry about him.I giggled lightly, “Your aunt, Joyce, will be here soon, let us sit down and wait for her.” Audrey’s eyes lit up when he heard his aunt’s name. I had told him so m
Abigail's POV *** I stepped through the door of my childhood home, taking in my surroundings. Nothing had changed in the five years I'd been away. It was as if time had stopped in this place, and it was still stuck in the past. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and my shaking legs.My heart pounded in my chest, thudding loudly as I walked down the hall. It felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. My body was still trembling, my hands shaked uncontrollably.I only needed to see my father, and after that, i would leave the house.I trudged up the stairs, wiping the sweat from my brow. I had lived in this house for twenty years, and I knew its layout like the back of my hand. I could easily find my way to my father's room, but just as I was about to climb the next step, I heard a familiar voice call out my name."Welcome back, sister. " I turned back only to see Lana and Ethan standing a few steps away, their hands intertwined. My heart sank, and I felt a wave
Abigail's POV *** "Father," I whispered, as I crept into the room, careful not to make a sound. I closed the door behind me, then approached him slowly.When I reached the bedside, I noticed how gaunt my father had become. His once-strong frame was now frail, his breathing shallow and labored. I felt a pang of sadness as I took in his appearance.I sat down on the edge of the bed, taking care not to jostle the mattress and disturb his rest. I was careful not to make a sound, hoping that he would remain asleep.As I studied my father's face, I noticed that his hair had turned almost completely gray. The silvery strands were twice as numerous as the last time I saw him.Tears rolled down my cheek and I quickly brushed it away, not wanting to be caught crying. I didn't want to worry my father, especially not now.My father had always been so kind and generous, always putting others before himself. He had done so much good in the world, and yet here he was, suffering. It didn't seem fair
Abigail's POV *** My fury was beyond words, and all I could do was clench my jaw and bite back the urge to rip into the witch's neck. I knew that violence wouldn't solve anything, but it was hard to keep my emotions in check.Though I would have preferred to look away but i forced myself to turn and face her. I caught sight of the tray in her hands, trying to ignore the smell of fresh, warm food."Ah, it's wonderful to see your daughter here, isn't it? I'm glad we've moved past our differences. It was quite a difficult time, but we've come out stronger." She flashed a feigned surprise and approached me with an angelic smile.Her smile was so sickeningly sweet, it made me want to gag. Despite the cheerful expression on her face, I could see the malice and hatred behind her eyes. It was clear that she despised us, and we felt the same way about her. The act she was putting on was so transparent, it was almost laughable. This woman, with her saccharine smile and forced kindness, was t