Cheating wife's Despair

The tension in the room grew thick, the weight of Abigail's declaration hanging heavily in the air. Her voice had cracked through the murmurs like a loud, defiant proclamation, and all eyes now fixed on her. Joshua, who had just entered, flinched as Abigail's slap landed sharply across his face.

Abigail (coldly): "You think you're worth anything more than a lap dog, Joshua? You can't even hold a candle to Samuel."

The sting of the slap left Joshua momentarily stunned, his cheek reddening as he struggled to speak.

Joshua (defensively): "Abigail, what are you—"

Abigail cut him off, her voice rising in frustration, her anger now directed at everyone who had dared to side with her against Samuel.

Abigail (shouting): "No! I've had enough of all of you!"

She slammed her hand down on the table, her glare sweeping across the crowd, silencing them all in an instant. The guests shuffled uncomfortably, unsure of how to react.

Abigail (forcefully): "You all humiliated him, made him the butt of your jokes, and what do you know now? He's the victim! You've all been so caught up in your own petty drama, you never even saw the truth!"

She turned back to Joshua, her voice now venomous, her eyes burning with fury.

Abigail: "I won't divorce him. Not until he dies. And you… you're nothing but a puppet, a dog that does tricks for me. You don't get to talk to me about what I should do with my life."

The words rang in the silence, echoing throughout the room. For the first time, everyone was hearing her for what she truly was—defensive, ruthless, and consumed by her desire for control. The guests shifted uncomfortably in place, guilt and regret settling in as they realized the depth of their actions.

Abigail (sneering): "You all think you know everything, but I am the only one who has the power over him. And I will never let him go. He is mine, and I will control him. Forever."

The air grew cold. The guests, who had once whispered behind Samuel's back, now felt the weight of their complicity in his pain. They had all been so quick to judge, so quick to put the blame on him, and now they saw the monster Abigail had become in her desperate, twisted need for dominance.

Abigail (calmly): "So, go ahead and talk behind my back. It doesn't matter. I won't divorce him. Not now, not ever."

The room was silent, no one daring to speak. Every face in the crowd was full of regret, but no one was willing to challenge her. Not after everything they had witnessed.

Abigail (softly, almost to herself): "And you will all learn the consequences of ever doubting him again."

Joshua, still reeling from the slap and the crushing reality of Abigail's words, was left speechless. He turned, slowly walking away from the scene, but the damage had already been done. He had been her pawn, just like everyone else, and now he was nothing but a shadow in her game.

The guests, once full of mockery and judgment, now stood in stunned silence, their minds racing with the truth of what they had done to Samuel.

As Abigail sat in the driver's seat of her car, the weight of the party still lingering in her chest, she could feel the anger bubbling up inside her. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as she stared out the window.

She couldn't shake the image of Samuel walking across the parking lot, heading toward another car. It wasn't just any car—it was a sleek, black sedan with tinted windows.

As he approached, a woman stepped out from the passenger side, her high heels clicking against the pavement. She was smiling, laughing softly at something Samuel had said. And then, Samuel did something that felt like a dagger to Abigail's heart—he smiled back at her. A genuine, warm smile, one he had never shown to Abigail.

He opened the door for the woman, and they slid into the car together. Abigail's eyes narrowed, her breath catching in her throat as she watched them drive away.

Abigail (gritting her teeth): "How dare he..."

The words left her lips like venom, but it didn't stop the wave of jealousy and frustration that surged within her. Her mind raced back to that day. She had driven away from Samuel in her own car, with Joshua in the passenger seat, leaving Samuel standing on the sidewalk, watching her retreating figure. She remembered the look on his face—the sadness in his eyes, the feeling of abandonment that had overwhelmed him.

She had done it intentionally, of course. But now, seeing him with another woman—seeing him smiling and happy in a way she hadn't seen in years—it felt like a cruel reminder of everything she had taken from him.

Abigail (muttering to herself): "Why does he get to have that now? Why does he get to move on so easily?"

Her mind was clouded with jealousy and anger, each thought cutting deeper.

She remembered that day clearly—the day when she had chosen Joshua instead of him, when she had driven away from Samuel, not caring how it made him feel.

Abigail (snarling): "He was pathetic then. Why is he smiling now?"

The memory of Samuel's sad, distant eyes that day filled her with guilt, but more than that—it made her furious. He had been hers, and now, someone else was getting the version of him she had wanted all along.

As the memory played in her mind, her jealousy grew into something darker, more possessive. She had always been the one in control. She had always been the one who decided who Samuel would be with, who had the power in their relationship. But seeing him with this new woman, smiling like he hadn't a care in the world—it made Abigail feel small, irrelevant, even though she refused to admit it to herself.

Abigail (shouting to no one in particular): "No... I won't let him go. He's mine. He was always mine."

She slammed her hand on the dashboard, her voice breaking as the emotions consumed her. The jealousy twisted in her gut, the bitter taste of losing him for good was now a reality she couldn't escape.

Abigail couldn't help herself as she stared into the rearview mirror, watching the car that held Samuel and the woman drive further away, growing smaller as the distance between them widened.

The night air felt heavy, and for the first time in a long time, Abigail felt an unsettling sensation in her chest—a fear that Samuel might never return to her, that he had finally left her for good. She clenched her teeth and fought back the feeling, but it only made the jealousy burn hotter.

Abigail (through gritted teeth): "I won't let him slip away again."

She knew she had caused the rift, but she couldn't let him move on like it was nothing. The idea of him finding happiness with someone else—someone who could make him smile in ways she never had—made her blood boil.

Abigail (desperately): "He needs me. He always has. I will make him see that."

She started the car with a forceful twist of the key, her hands trembling slightly as she placed it in gear. Without thinking, she sped off, her mind consumed with thoughts of Samuel and the woman he was with.

She had to make him see that he belonged with her. She would stop at nothing to make him remember.

But deep down, a small part of her knew she had already lost him. And the thought of it made her heart ache with the weight of all the things she had destroyed. But no, she wouldn't let him go. She couldn't. Not after everything she'd done. Not after everything she'd made him endure.

Abigail's resolve was hardening, and the jealousy and desperation that fueled her were now a fire that would burn until she had reclaimed what she believed was rightfully hers. She couldn't let him get away. Not now. Not ever.