Chapter 125

What was the point of explaining myself to her? It was no different from me seeking humiliation. At that moment, the room felt like a cage. I urgently needed to get some air, so I exited the office and stumbled my way to the rooftop. I felt a cold breeze brush my cheeks, which allowed me to breathe properly again as I calmed down. I stared at the lights in the distance, my gaze filled with endless sorrow. It was as though I were mourning the tragedy of my life and drowning in despair. When I first got together with Abigail, she was like a little princess whom I doted on. If she liked to eat something, I would learn to make it. If there was something she wanted, I would work multiple jobs just to buy it for her as a gift. Meanwhile, she was a kind-hearted girl who knew how to appreciate things. She cherished everything I did for her and promised that I'd be the only one she married. At that time, I was convinced that my mission in life was to spend my entire life with her and ma