Chapter 62
Abigail was aghast. “What?”
“Yet, somehow, you took the drink and became Eric’s wife.” Nicole’s face had contorted at that point. “Just how did you get so lucky?”
“You!” Abigail gritted her teeth. “It was you!”
Because of that drink, she was misunderstood by Eric and the Gomez family for years. She carried the burden of infamy for years, and no one had ever
believed that she was innocent.
In fact, not even she knew what actually happened that day. It turned out Nichole had orchestrated everything.
“But what’s the use even if you’ve married Eric? He despises, hates you, and treats you like you’re invisible; he makes you sleep in this room alone.”
Nicole continued casually, “Oh, and you also became blind. I guess you’re kinda pitiful still. What can I say? This is the retribution you get for stealing what was supposed to be mine.”
“Retribution?” Abigail scoffed. “Don’t you think it’s absurd that you started the whole scheme, and when you failed miserably, you blamed it on me?”
Nicole snickered. “Don’t look all resentful at me. Shouldn’t you be grateful to me instead? Without me, you’d never have married Eric so easily. Eric and I are in love. It’s time for you to leave after overstaying your welcome.”
“You two are in love?” Abigail mocked, “A homewrecker telling me she’s in love with my husband, huh?”
Nicole’s face dimmed. After staring at Abigail for some time, she refuted, “Don’t be smug. Sooner or later, you’ll be kicked out of the Gomez family. Just wait!”
She huffed and turned to leave.
Abigail bit her lower lip, suppressing her urge to tell Eric that she hadn’t been the one who schemed against him. Instead, she took the blame for Nicole; she was the innocent one.
In the end, she accepted the reality that he would never believe her. He spent years resenting her over that matter while putting full trust in Nicole. Why would he believe in her side of the story? She smiled wryly.
The next morning, Eric woke up with a mild headache. Peter quickly inquired about his condition, “Mr. Gomez, you’re finally awake. Does your head hurt?
“A little.” Eric’s voice came out husky. As if reminded of something, he asked, “Where is she?”
Peter replied, “Mrs. Gomez has just finished breakfast and is now accompanied by Nancy for a stroll in the garden.”
At that, Eric got off the bed and arrived before the windows. As expected, he saw Nancy leading Abigail for a walk in the garden.
She donned a flowy white dress today, and as the wind blew, her skirt fluttered, exuding a captivating beauty that took one’s breath away. He couldn’t help but fall into a daze.
“Mr. Gomez?”
“You are dismissed,” said Eric.
Peter nodded in response and exited the room.
“Are you feeling better?” Nancy asked Abigail.
She had been worried because Abigail had been diagnosed with digestive discomfort. The latter had merely eaten a little too much, yet she was already taken out for a walk to help with digestion.
“Much better,” Abigail replied softly.
Nancy nodded. “That’s great to hear. Anyway, it’s the weekend. Mr. Gomez Senior has called, asking Mr. Gomez to take you back to the Gomez residence for dinner.”
Her words prompted Abigail to stop in her steps. Then she calmly said, “I’m not going.”
“Why not?” Eric chimed in. “How can you miss a family dinner when you’re still part of the family? Besides, I bet Mr. Gomez Senior misses you.”
