After I Was Devastated, They Regretted it

After they left, I whispered to Isaac, hands trembling, pleading with him to let me go.

Isaac punched the wall.

"You are already a cripple. Can you stop causing trouble for me? Do you still want to find Rhett and destroy his family?" he spat out.

Rendered speechless, I simply shook my head in response.

I didn't want to look for Rhett at all.

After the Johnson family went bankrupt, my parents entrusted me to Rhett, and he swore that he would make me the happiest woman in the world.

I believed it until when I found the love letters he had written to Nicole.

Each letter ended with the words, "You are my only love."

The words conveyed the pain and helplessness that stemmed from being unable to be with her, and they were infused with overwhelming love.

After the revelation of the love letters, we had our first fight. He kissed me hard on the lips, promising to discard all the love letters and get over Nicole.

The day before our engagement, Nicole committed suicide in the bathtub in our wedding room. Using her favorite lipstick, she left behind a haunting message, saying, "If there is an afterlife, I will never let you go back to Abigail."

The funny thing was, I was accused of abetting murder by my brother and fiancé.

What was even more ridiculous was that I was convicted without any evidence presented to support the charges.

I spent ten years in jail.

All my pride had been shattered, and now I just wanted to stay away from them.

I insisted on leaving, but Isaac locked me in the apartment.

"Will you let go of Rhett? You used to follow him everywhere and couldn't be driven away.

"If it weren't for our parents' last wish, he would have eloped with Nicole long ago.

"If you dare to go out, be prepare to lose your right eye."

With trembling hands, I reluctantly agreed, fully aware that he was capable of doing that, as he had already done it once before.

My head throbbed, feeling as if it were about to explode.

I started to dream all night long. In these nightmares, Rhett made vows, and I was handcuffed and had my eyeball gouged out. I dreamed that blood constantly gushed out from my lower body.

Despair and suffocation enveloped me like a net.

In a daze, I smelled disinfectant.

Everything in my field of vision appeared stark white. Subconsciously, I reached out to touch my right eye.

Thankfully, it was still intact.

I could see my parents for the last time.

"The patient has multiple abrasions on her body, and her weight her weight is below the standard. Are you really her family?" questioned a doctor.

"She did it herself. She always wanted to lose weight before, and now she has got what she wanted."

Isaac's discontented voice echoed from a distance, persistently reaching my ears.

He lifted the curtain and raised an eyebrow proudly at the person behind him.

"I knew she was pretending!"

Rhett appeared, supporting Nicole, whose belly had a slight bulge.

Isaac's body seemed relaxed, but his eyes were glancing at me warily.

They were like warriors waiting for the coming storm, ready for battle.

A chuckle escaped me involuntarily.

It was light, but Rhett caught it.

Disgust flickered across his eyes as he narrowed them and sneered.

"It seems you are getting too comfortable in prison and have forgotten the rules," he remarked.

Nicole bit her lip lightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Abigail, are you really going to be so stingy that you won't forgive me?" she asked.

Isaac kicked the end of the bed in annoyance.

"Abigail, don't push it. If Nicole hadn't begged me to bring you to the hospital, you would have died of fever in your room," he asserted.

Why wouldn't they let me go? I had nothing left.

Ignoring the dizziness, I stood up and removed the needle.

Standing before them, I lowered my head and apologized, "I'm sorry. I was wrong.

"I'm sorry, Nicole, I forgive you.

"I'm sorry. Can I leave?"

They looked at me in shock as if they had seen a ghost.

Coming back to their senses, Rhett and Isaac subconsciously wanted to say something, but when they saw Nicole's eyes instantly turn red, they held their tongues.

Nicole shook her head and cried bitterly.

"Abigail, you don't mean it. You must still blame me and refuse to forgive me, right?" she sobbed.

Rhett hugged Nicole gently, directing an icy stare at me.

I looked up, my voice calm as I said, "I don't blame or hate you. It's all my fault."

I was wrong. I was wrong for foolishly falling in love with Rhett. I was even more wrong for being so arrogant and lacking discernment when judging people.

How could I be so confident that my brother and fiancé would believe me?

It took me ten years to get completely sober.

I didn't want family or a lover anymore.

Nicole's tears froze at the corners of her eyes.

Isaac grabbed my collar.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, "Your... your hand!"

His exclamation startled me and made me sober up a little.

Lost in the situation, I failed to notice the blood seeping from the needle mark. It pooled beneath my body.