Winning Her Over a Second Time
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Chapter 1 Divorcing Her
Abigail Lloyd couldn’t help but wonder if men were inherently duplicitous, showing one side of themselves at home but revealing a different side in public.
A shiver ran down her spine as she took in the scene inside the private room.
“When will you be divorcing her?”
Inside the private room, Candace Blue affectionately gazed at the man before her.
Seated across from Candace was her husband, Stephen Lockhart. He was mute and
worked at the clubhouse as a waiter.
Abigail had arrived early after finishing work to accompany him home, only to be met with this unexpected sight.
Usually clad in a waiter’s uniform, he now sported a tailored suit with his short hair perfectly groomed. He carried himself with an aristocratic air, his demeanor cold and refined. This was a side of him that she had never seen before.
At that moment, his voice, which was a deep and pleasing rumble, broke the silence as he said, “I’ll bring it up with her soon.”
Abigail squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear the sight any longer, and turned away.
Stephen could actually speak. It turned out that he actually sounded so pleasant and captivating.
However, to her surprise, the first thing he spoke of was about ending his marriage.
Abigail was bewildered, believing that she had mistaken Stephen for someone else.
How could that man, who exuded an air of aristocratic detachment, possibly be the Stephen that she was familiar with?
How could Stephen even consider divorcing her?
As she stepped out of the clubhouse, rain began to fall, quickly drenching her. In a moment of impulsiveness, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.
She approached the window of the private room, observing the people inside through the misty veil of the rain.
She watched him hold his phone and frow With a stony expression, he ended the call and began typing rapidly.
A moment later, a mesange popped up on her phone. It was a message from Stephen, saying, “Did you forget that I’m mite, Abbie? Why are you suddenly calling me?”
After reading the message, Abigail’s heart ached, as if a dagger had been plunged into her heart.
Why did he lie to her? When did he regain his ability to speak? When did he become acquainted with Candace? And when did he decide to divorce her?
She had so many questions going through her mind. She wanted to storm in and demand explanations, but the thought of meeting his indifferent gaze was too much to bear.
A year ago, she had found him, a mute amnesing who could only remember how to write his name, and brought him home.
She had patiently taught him from the very beginning, guiding him as he learned to read, communicate through sign language, and eventually, to love her.
After some time, their love had culminated into a marriage.
After a year together, which was far beyond the 21 days needed to form a habit, his presence and gentle smile had become an integral part of her life.
She clung to the belief that this was all a terrible misunderstanding and that he couldn’t possibly be divorcing her.
After rushing home through the rain, Abigail warmed herself up with a hot shower and cooked Stephen’s favorite meal before waiting patiently at the dining table.
At precisely 10:00 pm, the door creaked open, and Stephen walked in, bringing a wave of cool air with him.
Abigail noticed that he had changed into his waiter’s uniform again.
A sudden, inexplicable stab of pain pierced her heart. She was momentarily unsure if what she had seen earlier was real or just an illusion.
Stephen approached, his worry evident as he took in her pale, vacant expression. He worriedly asked in sign language, “Is everything okay, Abbie?”
His handsome features were clouded with worry, and his eyes mirrored his deep
concern.
However, Abigail couldn’t shake the image of him typing with a cold, downcast gaze, then effortlessly switching to a jovial demeanor with Candace. It felt somewhat Ironic
“I can smell another woman’s perfume on you, Stephen,” Abigail stated as she avoided his touch.
Stephen’s demeanor faltered for a moment, then he quickly signed, “I was assigned to the private room today, so I must have picked up the scent of a guest’s perfume. I’ll take a shower right away.”
With that, he got up and made his way to the bathroom. Moments later, the rhythmic rush of water filled the air.
His nervous demeanor during the explanation made it hard for her to believe that he was lying.
Abigail stood up and walked straight into the bathroom, unbothered by the water. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, her eyes shut as she confessed, “I went to see you at work today, Stephen.”
Stephen’s actions stilled, and after a long pause, a sigh broke the silence. “You’ve found out then.”