Chapter 212

To anyone who didn't really know us, Abigail and I might've seemed like the perfect couple—a pair to envy, treating each other with respect and kindness. But only I knew the truth. Only I knew just how cold and heartless Abigail could be when it came to me. She'd spent millions on a designer brooch for Joshua, yet she wouldn't spare a dime to help save Kayla's life. That wasn't just money—it was a life, a real, living person. How could I not care? I didn't want to rehash old wounds, so I stayed silent, refusing to let the anger surface. "Samuel, after my birthday this year, I'll turn 30," Abigail said suddenly, breaking the silence. At first, I thought it was just a typical age crisis, the kind most women go through when they hit a milestone. I smiled and shook my head lightly. "You don't look it at all. You're as young and beautiful as ever." My compliment seemed to soften her mood. Her voice turned uncharacteristically gentle as she looked at me and said, "Samuel