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163. How can I get her back?
UHASAHello readers, Everything is crystal cleared. But how will Michael get his Abby back to him? Will Abigail forgive him? To know, stay tuned. Thank you. :):):)
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Michael's POV -I speed down the familiar winding road, the trees, and fields a blur of green and brown as I make my way to the farmhouse. I don't want to face my dad right now, not after everything. They were all right – Dad, Jack, everyone – they were all right about Abigail. She didn't cheat on me, and I didn't listen to anyone.I glance at my phone and see Abigail's photo. I reach out and touch it as if I can somehow reach through the screen and find her, asking for her forgiveness. My throat tightens, and I can feel the lump building as I recall the things I've said and done to her. I called her terrible names – slut, whore, prostitute, escort – and for what? Because I let my insecurities and doubts get the best of me.And then there's the unforgivable act, the one that haunts me the most. I pushed her, physically pushed her, and it led to the loss of our unborn child. I can't keep calling it an accident. I can't keep pretending that I wasn't responsible. I killed our baby.I pull
Tuberose 165. Regression
Michael's POV -We sat there, a trio of worry etched into our faces, waiting outside the hospital cabin. My anxiety is palpable; I keep fidgeting with my hands, glancing at my phone as if time is passing too slowly.Then, like a breath of fresh air in this tense atmosphere, Abigail appears. My heart skips a beat as she runs toward us. She envelops Chloe in a tight hug and asks the question that has been haunting all our minds."Chloe, how's Mr. Pattinson doing?" Abigail inquires, her voice laced with genuine concern.Chloe, her eyes reflecting relief and exhaustion, gives Abigail a reassuring smile. "He's stable now, Abigail. The doctor says he'll need to stay for a few days, though."Jack, who has been silently observing the scene, adds, "It's a relief. He gave us quite a scare."The doctor emerges from the cabin, a briefcase in hand, and approaches us. "I understand you're concerned about Mr. Pattinson. He's stable now, as I mentioned earlier. We've conducted some tests, and it appe
Tuberose 166. Will make her mine, anyhow.
Michael's POV -Five days have passed since Dad's discharge from the hospital. During those days, I had the chance to see Abigail when she visited him. Each fleeting moment with her was like a bittersweet taste of the past, a reminder of what I had lost. Now, those moments would be gone, and I couldn't bring myself to reach out to her.After dinner, I find myself drawn to Abigail's study table, surrounded by all the things she loves. I had kept her favorite items here for all these months, a silent tribute to the love I had allowed to slip away. I touch each item with a mixture of love and regret as if by doing so, I can somehow turn back time.Unable to sign the divorce papers, I open a drawer and discover a collection of diaries, each one engraved with a number, from 1 to 9. Abigail's diaries, I assume. It feels wrong to invade her privacy, but a longing to understand her more fully overcomes me.The diary opens to a page when she was just eight years old. Her words paint a picture o
Tuberose 167. Lost the Love Forever
William's POV -My knuckles tighten around the steering wheel as I speed toward home. Today, I'll make Abigail mine, and she won't be able to deny it, not with the contract hanging over her head. It's not what I wanted, not how I envisioned winning her, but now, I see no other choice. Michael knows the truth, and I can't allow him to have a second chance with her. Abigail is meant to be mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that.My mind churns with a toxic mix of anger and frustration, Ema's face haunting my thoughts like a specter. The truth has a way of unraveling even the best-laid plans, and I can't afford to let Michael interfere with what I've worked so hard to achieve.I storm through the front door, my impatience and fury simmering beneath the surface. But as I step into Abigail's room, all words escape me. There she is, on the floor, groaning in pain, her hands clutching her head as if trying to contain some unbearable agony.My anger dissipates instantly, replaced by
Tuberose 168. Truth Revelation
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Tuberose 169. Hope to be forgiven
Michael's POV -As I wait a little distance away from William's home, I can feel my heart pounding with anticipation. The driver has given me the signal, and now I'm just waiting for the green light to proceed. "I'm coming, Abby," I whisper under my breath. "And it's a promise to you that you'll be free from that contract soon. Whether you forgive me or not, I won't let you suffer for my mistakes."A message pops up on my phone, interrupting my thoughts. 'Sir, it's time to come to the gate. And did you wear a white shirt and black pants?' I respond with a quick affirmative, 'Yes, I am coming,' before making my way towards the entrance.The driver greets me with a faint smile. "Sir, you should wear a more ordinary attire. You look too expensive to be just a staff member."I grimace, realizing that my extravagant outfit might draw unwanted attention. "Will they recognize me?"The driver shrugs. "Maybe not." With that, we begin our approach. He hands me an ID card, which I hang around my
Tuberose 170. Jullie is no more!
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Tuberose 171. No Escape
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