157. Guilt

Michael's POV -

The day turns into night, and I find myself sitting on the bed, gazing out at the moonlit balcony. It's the same balcony where that night, I made a hasty decision and left Abigail here, alone.

The memories flood back, each one a dagger to my heart. The way she would cuddle up to me, her infectious giggle, the way her cheeks would blush at my compliments, and those deep, mesmerizing ocean eyes that held my world captive.

I can't deny it, even to myself. I miss her. The emptiness in this room, in my life, is haunting. Everything around me feels like a cruel reminder of what once was. Every piece of furniture, every decoration, it's all intertwined with her presence. The silence is deafening, and the absence of her laughter is a heavy weight on my soul.

It was my decision to divorce her. I thought that by threatening her with it, she would confess to her betrayal. But she didn't. Instead, she left with her dignity intact, a quiet strength that I never anticipated.

She