Abigail's Triumph Over Heartbreak

"Daniel, should we have a baby?" Abigail Wilson reached for Daniel Andrew's belt.

Click! She undid it.

As Abigail's hand moved toward the zipper, preparing for the next move, Daniel's large palm suddenly stopped her.

"Abigail, let's get a divorce." His low, melodious voice carried no warmth, striking Abigail's mind like a bolt from the blue.

Abigail froze in place and uncontrollably looked at Daniel. "Why? Just because I mentioned wanting a child? I was joking. If you don't want..."

"Enough. Stop deluding yourself. Have you forgotten why we got married in the first place?" Daniel's voice was icy, devoid of any warmth.

'How could I forget? Three years ago, I reached out to my mentor, a renowned healer, Logan Joseph, to save Daniel's grandmother, Madison Andrew. Mrs. Madison liked me a lot, so she arranged this marriage forcefully.' Abigail reminisced.

"But... But we've been married for three years. Don't you have even a little bit of affection for me?"

Daniel looked at Abigail coldly, then turned around and took out the prepared divorce papers from the drawer.

Abigail's heart ached intensely as if stabbed by a dagger.

Seeing her still, Daniel grew impatient. He said flatly, "Chloe's pregnant."

'What?' Abigail's expression was one of disbelief, her eyes reddened as she looked up at Daniel, her heart unable to calm for a long time. 'Chloe's pregnant?'

Chloe White was Daniel's first crush.

Anger, humiliation, discomfort, and various emotions flooded Abigail's chest, almost suffocating her.

Married for three years, she thought she could warm Daniel's heart and make him fall in love with her, but instead, she received this result.

Was this tragic? More likely, it was ridiculous.

"Say it. What else do you want as compensation? As long as it's not too much, I can satisfy you." Daniel stood by the bed with an air of superiority like a king of a country, piercing Abigail's eyes.

"No need, thanks." Abigail's face was lifeless, a hint of self-mockery curling her lips.

"Lakeside Villa No. 13 belongs to you, and I'll give you another 10 million dollars." Daniel's indifferent voice rang out again.

"I told you. I don't need it." Abigail's tone was firm.

Abigail took a deep breath and took the divorce papers. She signed her name on them, then quickly packed her things. Grabbing her suitcase, she headed toward the villa's entrance.

"I wish you and Henry happiness." Daniel's voice made Abigail's steps suddenly halt.

She turned back and looked at him with an incredulous gaze. "How... how did you know about Henry?"

"You were calling his name when you had a fever last time," Daniel added.

Abigail opened her mouth, and suddenly a handsome face floated into her mind, always looking at her indulgently.

A bitter smile slowly crept onto her lips. "I also wish you and Chloe a harmonious union and early parenthood."

With that, Abigail left without looking back.

Abigail walked along the deserted street and felt a sense of desolation that she couldn't describe.

She took out her phone and dialed a number she hadn't dialed in three years.

"Matthew... I want to come home..." her eyes were red, her heart heavy.

"Don't cry, Abigail. Where are you? I'll come pick you up!" Matthew Wilson, Abigail's big brother, was deeply worried.

Half an hour later, the roar of helicopters filled the air above Abigail's head. Looking up, she saw several helicopters descending slowly from the sky.

As the cabin doors opened, dozens of bodyguards in black suits marched toward her in an orderly fashion from the opposite direction, bowing respectfully to her. "Ms. Wilson."

Abigail was already accustomed to this scene and calmly nodded slightly.

She looked up and glanced behind the bodyguards.

The bodyguards quickly formed two rows, leaving a path.

The handsome face of Matthew gradually appeared before her, his deep blue suit accentuating his gentle and refined demeanor.

Matthew hurried over to Abigail. "Abigail..."

Abigail's eyes gradually turned red, tears finally flowing uncontrollably. Choking up, she threw herself into Matthew's broad chest. "Matthew, I've missed you so much!"

Matthew held her firmly in his arms, his steady voice providing a sense of security. "Don't be afraid. I'll take you home now."

The medieval-style luxurious villa sprawled over a vast area, with precious and rare greenery everywhere. The endless lawn added an extra touch of magnificence to this luxurious villa.

Nicholas Wilson, who had the power to influence Avalon City, couldn't help but be moved when he saw the petite figure stepping down from the limited edition Rolls-Royce. "Abigail."

"Dad..." Abigail ran over and rushed straight into his embrace, instantly sobbing uncontrollably.

Penelope Wilson, with her graceful demeanor, extended her hand and gently patted Abigail's slender shoulder. "Darling, don't cry. Your tears break my heart. From now on, with us and your three brothers protecting you, no one will dare to make you suffer even the slightest grievance."

"Mom, I'm so grateful for having you all." Abigail turned her head, like a fledgling returning after many days, leaning affectionately against Penelope's shoulder.

Penelope looked at Abigail's swollen eyes and sighed with pity. "Let's go inside first."

"Abigail, did you divorce Daniel because he did something wrong to you?" Penelope narrowed her eyes, exuding a natural air of dominance. "If he dared to do anything to hurt you, I'll immediately send someone to cripple him!"

Abigail nestled in Penelope's arms. After a while, she choked up and spoke. "Mom, it's my fault, not his. I knew he didn't love me, yet I married him, trying to win him over with sincerity, to warm his heart that already belonged to someone else..."

As Abigail spoke, she took a deep breath. The once bitter eyes gradually became resolute. "I won't be that foolish again, sacrificing for someone who doesn't love me. From now on, I'll stay by your side and Matthew's. You both are the most important people to me."

Penelope and others had tried to persuade and warn Abigail countless times before. After all, Daniel had amnesia. But Abigail didn't care and insisted on following him faithfully. Now, seeing Abigail awaken, Penelope couldn't express her happiness. With a smile on her face, she showered Abigail with affectionate kisses. "That's wonderful! My confident and determined daughter is back."

Nicholas was even more excited, waved his hand, and said directly, "Immediately donate 200 million dollars to the orphanage charity project, naming it after Abigail, so that bastard knows how powerful Abigail's background is."

Matthew Wilson chuckled in response. "Alright, I'll have someone arrange it."

"Today is a day of celebration for Abigail's divorce. Gabriel and Jacob didn't come back?" Penelope had just finished speaking when Abigail's second brother, Gabriel Wilson, called via video.

"Abigail, I have a boxing match abroad today, but I'll be back tomorrow to be with you. I'll bring you a gold belt when I return!" he said.

Abigail felt a warmth in her heart as she looked at the spirited Gabriel on the screen, her eyes moistening. "Gabriel, good luck with the match! I'll be waiting for you at home."

As soon as the call ended, Abigail's phone rang again.

It was her third brother, Jacob Wilson. "Abigail, I'm sorry, I'm busy shooting out of town and couldn't come back to celebrate your divorce with you. But I've prepared a divorce surprise for you on Twitter. Go check it out."

Abigail opened Twitter and immediately saw that the news of the famous actor Jacob Wilson canceling all collaborations with the Andrew Group had skyrocketed to the top of the trending list, occupying several headline news sections.

Jacob had always had a good reputation in the entertainment industry, so suddenly canceling collaborations led fans to speculate whether there were issues on the Andrew Group's side. They flooded the official Andrew Group account with inquiries, causing the company's stock to plummet.

At this moment, Daniel should be overwhelmed dealing with this situation.

Abigail instantly felt a sense of relief. "Jacob, well done!"

"Of course, after all, I'm a big star. I have quite the impact," Jacob said, as his agent rushed over to remind him that the shoot was about to start.

With time pressing and to avoid delaying everyone, Jacob reluctantly ended the video call with Abigail after promising to bring her many gifts when he returned.

In the medieval-style luxurious room, countless expensive pieces of furniture greeted the eye.

Abigail sat up lazily from the bed and yawned.

She thought to herself, 'I'm definitely more comfortable at home. I can sleep in naturally without feeling like doing something wrong, unlike at the Andrew family.'

During breakfast, as Abigail was about to taste the caviar worth tens of thousands of dollars per spoonful, a pink figure dashed over and gave her a big hug.

"Abigail, congratulations on your divorce! I've missed you so much," Mila Rodriguez said as she rubbed her face against Abigail's.

Mila was Abigail's close friend with whom she shared everything, almost no secrets between them.

However, after Abigail married Daniel, her focus shifted entirely to him, and she gradually lost touch with Mila.

Now, seeing Mila again, Abigail inexplicably felt a pang of sadness. She hugged Mila tightly. "Mila, I've missed you too."

Mila patted Abigail's shoulder. "Enough talking. You hurry up and get ready. We're going to the bar to celebrate your divorce and kicking that bastard Daniel to the curb."

"Alright." Abigail smiled and turned to the vast closet to pick out a dress.

Inside the bar, amidst clinking glasses, the dimly lit ambiance added a touch of ambiguity to the noisy atmosphere.

As soon as Abigail, dressed in a red gown, appeared, she attracted the attention of most people.

Her delicate and stunning features, coupled with the tight design of the dress accentuating her waistline, outlined her perfect figure.

With every frown and smile, she bewitched souls, captivating everyone with her beauty.

Mila, linking arms with Abigail, chuckled. "Look at you! With your charm, as long as you're willing, people lining up to pursue you would stretch from Avalon City to overseas. Daniel simply isn't worthy!"

Abigail just smiled lightly without saying a word.

At this moment, her heart was calm, without the slightest ripple upon hearing Daniel's name.

She had been blind to falling for that jerk in the first place, and she would never allow herself to make such a mistake again!

Mila led Abigail to the sofa in the booth and waved her hand, saying with authority, "I remember the male models in this bar are quite handsome. I'll have them bring over all kinds of guys to accompany you and make sure you have a good time."

Abigail held her hand and shook her head. "I'm not interested in men anymore. From now on, I just want to stay single and focus on my career."

"You're truly my best friend, so assertive! Let those jerks all go to hell. Staying single is the best!" Mila opened a bottle of wine, poured a glass for Abigail and herself, then raised her glass and clinked it with Abigail's. "Cheers to your divorce, my friend!"

"Cheers!"

Meanwhile, in another booth on the left side of the bar, Daniel lightly clinked his glass. The angular features of his handsome face were shrouded in a dim glow from the subdued lighting, making him appear even more noble and unattainable.

However, a shallow furrow appeared between his handsome brows, indicating that his mood wasn't very pleasant.

The cancellation of all collaborations between the famous actor Jacob and the Andrew Group had a significant impact on his company. He still couldn't reach Jacob, and he couldn't understand why they had suddenly stopped collaborating, especially since they had been working together so well before. Moreover, Jacob was willing to breach the contract and pay a hefty compensation, insisting on terminating their partnership no matter what.

Given Jacob's reputation and popularity in the entertainment industry, the public speculated whether there were issues with the Andrew Group's products, leading to a rapid decline in sales and a backlog of products in the warehouse.

Daniel's childhood friend Luke Harrison noticed his troubled expression. He leaned his elbow on Daniel's shoulder and teased. "Hey, don't overthink it. Jacob is known for his eccentricity in the industry. He decides who to collaborate with based on his mood. Who knows, maybe he'll come back to work with the Andrew Group tomorrow? Besides, good things have happened recently. After enduring for so many years, you finally got rid of your clingy ex-wife. You won't be tormented by her anymore! All in all, there's something worth celebrating."

Daniel glanced at Luke, his lips twitching slightly, but he didn't respond.

Luke signaled to Michael Owen beside him, who immediately changed the subject. "Mr. Andrew, you mentioned before that the design genius Adm.Dan is at the Wilson family's design company. Have you found her yet?"

"Not yet, but I've figured out a way to locate her," Daniel said confidently.

"That's good. When you bring her over, the Andrew Group will definitely dominate the jewelry design industry," Michael remarked, then muttered, "Speaking of which, this designer is called Adm.Dan. Do you think she admires you? Is that why she chose that name?"

Daniel was speechless. "Why don't you say she's my wife?"

As soon as Daniel finished speaking, Luke slapped his shoulder hard and stuttered.

"Mr. Andrew, look! Isn't that your wife? Oh, no, it's your ex-wife! Huh? Why does she seem different from the last time I saw her?"

'Abigail? Would someone as boring as her come to a bar?' Daniel sneered inwardly.

Following Luke's gaze, Daniel's eyes brightened at the sight of the red figure.

'It really is her!' Daniel was shocked.

With a slender waist and long hair flowing behind her, her bright face exuded confidence and a radiant smile.

The Abigail in Daniel's memory was meek and submissive, always obedient...

He had no idea she had such an unknown side in private.

"Oh, someone's going to chat her up! Who would've thought Abigail would still be so popular after divorcing you," Luke said with amusement, picking up some nuts from the plate and starting to eat.

Daniel looked up, and the sight of Abigail smiling at another man fell into his eyes.

That smile inexplicably stabbed at him.

Suddenly, Daniel felt a bit choked up inside. Instinctively, he raised his glass and wanted to drown out the inexplicable emotions in his heart with alcohol.