132. Wish to be wrong

Michael's pov -

The early morning air is crisp and cool as I walk past the office guard, his surprise evident in his eyes as they widen upon seeing me at such an ungodly hour. "What are you doing at the office at this time, Sir? It's 7 am only," he stammers, clearly taken aback by my unexpected appearance.

I give him a curt nod, my face a mask of determination. The truth is, I can't bear another moment in that suffocating house, the walls echoing with doubts and questions that gnaw at my mind. I need answers – about that day, about Abby, about the secrets that seem to have woven themselves into the fabric of our marriage.

I need to confront the man I suspect of being involved with my wife, the man who might have shattered the trust that was once the foundation of our relationship. Abby is mine, and I can't stand the thought of someone else intruding upon what's rightfully mine. My heart clenches at the thought of her in another man's arms, her laughter echoing in a space that isn't mea