Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail gently pressed her hand against her temple. "Sean, | killed someone abroad. The bullet went through his

forehead, and since then, that bullet has accompanied me, piercing through my forehead countless times in my

dreams."

Sean's eyes softened with tenderness. "If | hadn't left that day and stayed by your side, would things have

turned out differently?"

"I can't say for sure. There are no 'ifs' in life anymore," Abigail replied calmly. "The day you left, my vision was

clouded by drugs. | couldn't see clearly. | was lost in darkness."

The dense darkness enveloped her on that shore.

She tried to push away all thoughts, attempting to find a way back. But the more she tried, the clearer the

memories became.

Amidst the relentless insomnia, the recollections of those six months becmore vivid, as if they had just

occurred yesterday.

Sean held her close. "I'm sorry. | shouldn't have walked away. | shouldn't have let anger cloud my judgment.”

"| believed we had unwavering trust. | thought we were unbreakable together. But for sreason, the day |

messaged you, you didn't reply. Did something prevent you from responding to me?" Abigail recalled the

moment she messaged Sean after leaving the Johnson Hospital Research Institute but received no response.

Sean clenched his lower lip, and after a long pause, he murmured, "I saw a photo of you with Larry by the

window, with Andrew beside you. | thought you had moved on with someone else behind my back." "I

understand." Sean felt a pang of guilt.

"You don't need to apologize. That kind of photo indeed easily leads to misunderstanding. Abigail gently pushed

him away, her gaze steady as she spoke. "So, you already had doubts about my loyalty back then, which led you

to followoverseas, discover the truth, and leave so abruptly."

Sean remained silent.

"But it's alright. | know you invested a lot back then, and if you had continued pursuing me, Graham

International might have suffered. There were practical obstacles between us that hindered our relationship, and

there's no need for blame." Abigail spoke calmly.

The period of silence after her messages went unanswered was the most painful for Abigail.

"Later, | hid in someone else's house and called you. That's when you interrogated me," Abigail spoke softly,

recalling the days when she, Andrew, and Martin lived like shadows.

Andrew lay injured on the ground.

"Do you know why I couldn't abandon them?" Abigail turned to Sean, her voice eerily composed.

Sean gripped his hand tightly, saying nothing.

"Andrew." Abigail gestured to her shoulder. "He shielded me, taking a bullet that nearly ended his life. Despite

his paralyzed legs, he protected me. We were forced to hide in a deserted basement and then in a civilian's

hthat we had to claim forcefully. He crawled on the floor when he was injured. It was heartbreaking."

"Martin also suffered for me. Unwilling to leave his disabled son behind, he endured the pain." Abigail recounted

slowly, "That's why I left with Simond."

"If I hadn't gone with him, Andrew and Larry would have perished. Simond comes from a lineage of

mercenaries." Abigail reclined in her seat, exhaling deeply. She glanced at Sean. "If you had replied to my

message, then we could have strategized and perhaps avoided the tragedies that followed."

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"I understand that you have a strong sense of ownership. | know you can't tolerate any interference. | used to

believe that this was your way of expressing love for me, but now | realize that you tend to falter at crucial

moments," Abigail said calmly as she pushed open the car door.

Sean followed her out of the car, taking Abigail's hand with red eyes. "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. You didn't have to rescueback there. It was my fault for keeping things from you and

for not being honest. There has always been a lack of complete understanding between us. | assumed you knew

| was hiding things and would react rationally, but | was mistaken," Abigail said, retrieving her phone from her

pocket to book a flight ticket for herself.

"I know where your his. | will go there on my own," she said softly to Sean.

Xavien hadn't expected their conversation to unravel so quickly.

As Abigail left, he approached Sean and asked quietly. "What's the matter?"

Sean bowed his head and murmured, "It was a mistake to let go of Kevin that day. She has endured a lot in the

past six months and had to take the first shot to survive."

Xavien was at a loss for words.

"Let's forget about it and head back." Sean quickly regained his composure.

Abigail boarded the plane, sat by the window, put on sunglasses, and wore a cold expression.

It turned out it was a photo that made her miss the chance to see Sean the most.

Who sent that photo?

Abigail felt a mix of irritation and suffocation in her heart.

Her nose tingled, she turned to gaze at the sea of clouds, the suffering she had endured for the past six months

now transformed into a sense of grievance and disappointment. Behind her sunglasses, she held back tears.