Abigail - S01 E64

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Abigail - S01 E64

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 64

He couldn’t sleep.

He tried but it was impossible to fall asleep especially when Sandra’s words kept taunting him and making life unbearable for him.

He could literally hear her words in his head, making it very difficult for him to think straight.

He has made a mistake by getting attracted to a woman like her in the first place.

She won’t give up on him no matter what happens.

≤!≥ I know how much you want to be with your wife… I mean, that’s the reason why you want to break my heart but trust me, Marshall, I won’t let you win. You either continue what you’ve started with me or lose your wife and me. The choice is yours ≤!≥

He honestly doesn’t want to lose his wife or destroy his marriage and neither does he want to have anything to do with Sandra.

“Honey, what are you doing over there?” Felicia asked, slowly sitting upright on the bed.

“Hey, babe.” He forced a smile on his face, taking a sip of brandy.

“Are you drinking?” She scrunched up her face.

“F**k. I’m sorry.” He dropped the cup on the table and walked towards the king-sized bed. “Why are you awake?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” She glanced at the wall clock. “It is 2:30 am, you shouldn’t be awake by this time, honey. Is something bothering you?”

Marshall lay down on the bed and pulled his wife to himself.

“Nothing is wrong with me.” He responded.

“Are you sure? You can always talk to me, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, I do. But trust me, I’m fine.” He placed a delicate kiss on top of her head.

She snuggled to him and tangled up their legs, her face pressed to his chest as she listened to his heartbeat.

‘Felicia loves me and I’m sure she will forgive me if I tell her about my infidelity. However, how sure am I that she truly loves me as she proclaims? Maybe I should ask her.’ He said in his head, preparing himself to confess his sins before his beloved wife after asking her a very important question.

“Felicia, can I ask you a question?” He began.

“Sure.”

“Do you love me?” He asked.

Felicia least expected to hear him ask her that. How long has he been doubting her love for him?

She pulled away and glanced down at him.

“I don’t get it. What kind of a question is that? Why are you asking such a ridiculous question? Do you think I don’t love you? Have I ever given you a reason to doubt my love for you?” She queried.

“Honey, I don’t doubt your love for me, I promise.”

“Then why did you ask such a stupid question?”

He pecked her forehead.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Marshall. Just tell me why. Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head.

‘It’s the opposite. I don’t think I can ever find the courage to tell you the truth, Felicia. I simply have to do anything that Sandra wants because as long as I have you with me, I have absolutely nothing to worry about.’ He thought to himself.

“You are perfect, my love. I’m sorry for asking you that. Please forgive me.” He begged.

She exhaled a deep breath and returned to his arms.

“I love you, Marshall. If I didn’t I will not have been married to you and neither will I choose you over my brother. I don’t regret being in love with you, okay?” She said.

“I love you too.” He kissed her once again. “Speaking of your brother…”

“What happened to him? Wait, did he fight you in the hospital?”

“No. I went to the restroom and saw him there…”

“So?”

“He was scrubbing his hands continuously to the point of bleeding and he was nervous about something. His face was pale and his lips quivered. I’m no expert on emotions but something is going on with him.” He said.

“Oh.” Felicia didn’t know what to say. “I will talk to Mother about it tomorrow. But,” She met his gaze. “when did you start caring about my brother?”

Marshall rolled his eyes.

“I don’t…”

“Of course, you don’t.” She sarcastically replied, giggling.

••••

“Tell me what is going on with you, son! I am worried sick about you. Talk to me, please.” Mrs. Hart pleaded.

“Mother, stop this. I’m getting tired of you and father’s constant interrogation. It is frustratingly annoying.” Jersey retorted.

“We are only looking out for you. That’s the responsibility of parents.”

“Well, stop it. I am no longer a child and I can take care of myself.”

“Get married then.” She let out.

“Get married?” He chuckled darkly. “Is that what all this is all about? Marriage?”

“No…Yes. Not really.” She groaned. “Partially.”

“Is this your way of telling me to get out of your house and find my own space? Because if yes, then fine. I am ready to leave your house. Besides, you and Father were the ones who begged me to live with you both. I never wanted to stay here.”

“What is going on?” Mr. Hart scowled, descending the stairs. “Isn’t it too early to argue? Honey, what is it?”

Mrs. Hart sniffled as tears rolled down her face.

“I can’t recognize my son anymore. I don’t know what is the issue with him but…” She shook her head. “He is like a stranger.” She went upstairs without saying any more words to anybody.

“Jersey_”

“Not now, Father.” He interrupted the man and stormed out of the house.

••••

Robert was brewing coffee when he heard a knock on the door.

He quickly stepped out of the kitchen and hurried to the door, expecting to see his best friend.

He opened the door without confirming who it was on the other side of the door.

Just as he predicted, it was Richard. However, his best friend wasn’t the only one standing in front of his door.

“No, f**king no way. What is she doing here?” He snapped, shooting daggers at his best friend and sister.

“Listen, man, we need to talk.”

“No. I don’t want to talk. I have nothing to discuss with her.” He said, attempting to shut the door in their faces but Richard stopped him.

“Stop acting like a baby and let’s f**king talk.” Richard grabbed Tessa’s hand and pulled her into the house along with him.

Robert groaned in anger, slamming the door shut, and turning to face them.

“I just hope you haven’t made the wrong decision, Richy. Because believe me, I won’t hesitate to throw you and her out of my house, if you dare, try to beg on her behalf.” He threatened.

Richard and Tessa exchanged glances, hesitating to speak up, and that gave Robert the opportunity to observe the both of them.

He pinched his brows together when he sighted their adjoined hands – they were holding each other hands, refusing to let go.

His mind was telling him something but he doesn’t want to believe it.

“What is…going on?” He asked.

Richard su-cked in a shaky breath and released it afterward, facing his friend.

“Tessa and I have something to tell you…” He began. “You might be pissed off but I hope you will support us.”

“Support what?” Robert questioned. “Speak up, what is going on?” He snapped.

“We are getting married.” Richard blurted out.

“What?”

••••

“Are you already prepared for work?” Abby asked.

“Yup. We have a difficult case to solve, remember?”

“Yeah, right. I will work on the Thallium poison like I promised while you get the permission to make me carry out an autopsy on Minty.”

“Sure. Are you going to still speak to Thelma today?”

“I will try. What about you and Robert? Are the both of you going for the undercover mission?”

“Maybe.”

“Hmm. Okay. Be careful.”

“I will. Oh, that reminds me, what time are you going to work?”

“At noon.”

“Lucky you.” They embraced and then Emma left the house.

••••

Abby was typing something on her laptop while eating pizza when she heard a knock on the door.

“Ugh.” She groaned and rose to her feet. “Who is it? I’m coming.”.

She opened the door without looking through the peephole and her eyes instantly widened when she saw who it was.

“You?” Abby breathed out.

“Yes, me.”

To Be Continued...