Christopher stepped back unwittingly, his brain exploding. He clenched his fists, trying to contain the overwhelming anger and hurt that flooded his heart. The thought that Abigail was fooling him and intending to abandon him cut like a sharp knife into his chest.
His mind replayed every moment they had shared, questioning if any of it was real or if it was all just a well-orchestrated act on her part. The intimacy they had shared, the tender moments, and the love he thought they had for each other now seemed like cruel illusions.
He had convinced himself that he could trust her again and that they could mend their relationship. But now, it seemed that he had been nothing more than a pawn in her game.
A mix of emotions washed over him: anger, betrayal, and a deep sense of loss. He felt as if a part of him had been ripped away, leaving an emptiness he had never experienced before. The pain was suffocating, and he felt a tight knot in his throat.
