105. Sick To Death

Abby’s POV

I was looking at my daughter, who had just gone to sleep. I was tired and sleepy because I couldn't sleep last night, and even if I wanted to, Fabian was messing with my heart and mind.

I looked up at the ceiling and cried as I tried to think about him, but no matter what I did, all I could feel was hate for him.

When I was just about to shut the door to my daughter's bedroom, my phone rang unexpectedly. Martha entered the room after I made sure the door was securely closed. She smiled warmly and said, "I'll look after her."

"Thank you." In return, I gave her a wry grin and answered the call from the unknown number.

“Hello, who’s this?”

“It’s me.” It was Miguel’s voice, and my heart suddenly felt pity for him.

“Miguel…why did you call?”

He answered, “I miss you, Anna…you are still my Anna, right? Do you hate me?”

I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip to keep from crying. "I don't hate you, Miguel. But you can come here if you want to see me... You are always