Her decision was met with enthusiasm on the other end, and Abigail felt a strange sense of relief.
She didn’t return to the villa that night. She couldn’t bear the thought of seeing or hearing anything that would shatter her further.
The next morning, she was awakened by Sebastian’s call. Without even glancing at the screen, she answered, only recognizing his voice when he spoke sharply.
"Are you out all night? If you don’t want to stay at home, then divorce me."
Abigail’s voice was cold and even. "I’ll be back soon."
His words hung in the air, but it was her icy tone that left him speechless. He wanted to say something, but she had already hung up. His frustration grew, though he couldn’t pinpoint where it stemmed from.
After hanging up, Abigail checked out of the hotel and made her way back to the villa.
When she returned, she found Sebastian and Gabriella having breakfast together. Without a word, she headed upstairs, her silence heavy in the air.
As she reached the staircase, Sebastian called out, "Abigail, where are you going? Don’t run off. Wash the dishes."
Abigail lowered her head and let out a bitter laugh at herself. He truly saw her as nothing more than a nanny.