Abigail cursed her husband under her breath, still glaring at the dust left behind by the car that raced off to the road. She took a deep breath and squatted on the ground, pouting.
"I wanted to treat him as a husband, but he's making it incredibly difficult for me. Ah, I wish to turn back time and stop myself from signing that form," Abigail mumbled under her breath, feeling incredibly depressed at the moment.
A sigh escaped her lips.
Who told her to like Nicholas's character so much? He was the only person she regretted killing so soon. Is this why he's treating her like a potato sac right now?
She deserved it.
Abigail let out another depressed sigh, squatting there for God knows how long. In the end, even her legs started to hurt because of the squatting. So she got up unsteadily.
Her eyes widened as she felt like she was about to fall. Damn it, her legs felt too weak because of all the squatting she did!
