Chapter 267

I tucked the invitation away and headed straight to the office. During the day, Hanson dropped by occasionally to chat and check on me. While I appreciated his concern, I couldn't shake off the resentment I felt toward Abigail. Abigail and I had reached the end of our marriage. We were like a fraying rope, one tug away from snapping entirely. Yet she refused to let go, unwilling to give up any chance to torment me. Honestly, we should have split up long ago. She never cared about my health, my well-being, or how I felt. But now, she was telling Hanson I wasn't well and asking him to make sure I didn't overwork. What was she trying to pull? She was obviously trying to make me seem unfit for work. Abigail never wanted me to work. She just wanted me by her side, trapped under her thumb. Now that she had the chance to ruin my career, she didn't hesitate. Frustrated, I knew I needed to have a proper talk with her. But when it came to the auction invitation, I couldn't go around her