Chapter 182

There was a time when Abigail's greatest joy was dragging me along to attend various banquets. There were always plenty of her friends at these banquets. They each fawned over her and were eager to ingratiate themselves with her. Their attitudes toward me had also turned increasingly vile after seeing her publicly humiliate me. Ethan Crowley had once made me drink to the point of getting a stomach ulcer. Aria Hawthorne had instructed me to clean the soles of her shoes with my shirt. Tobias Greystone had stepped on me as if I were a rug. They doused me in red wine and hit me with bottles, treating me as a target for their wanton cruelty and abuse! A chill ran down my spine and left me feeling despair as I recalled everything that had happened. I couldn't shake the feeling that my life had lost all meaning, and a part of me wished it would all just end. Today, Abigail declared herself as my wife and claimed her visit to see me was only natural. She claimed she wasn't trying to in