Chapter 6
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Two days later, I attended Abigail's performance.
On stage, she embodied the enchanting black swan, captivating the prince with her graceful movements.
In reality, she was an elegant ballerina, beautiful and wise, her smile mesmerizing.
I waited in the alley behind the theater. After she bid farewell to her colleagues, I approached her. I said, "Hello, I am Charlie's wife. Could I take half an hour of your time? I have something important to discuss."
Abigail’s sharp gaze scrutinized me from head to toe. To meet her, I deliberately wore an old wool coat paired with a turtleneck sweater, jeans, and sneakers. I didn’t wear makeup or style my hair, and my nails were unkempt, presenting the image of a careless housewife.
I noticed a hint of mockery curve at the corner of Abigail's mouth.
She said, "Alright, there's a café nearby. Let's discuss it there."
I nodded in agreement.
I followed her to the café, which was quite upscale and beautifully decorated, with coffee priced unusually high.
Abigail casually flipped through the menu and ordered a cappuccino. The waiter asked what I would like to drink.
I replied, "Lemonade."
After the waiter left, Abigail looked at me with an air of disdain.
She impatiently asked, "Your name is Leila, right? What do you wish to discuss with me?"
I gazed at her and said emphatically, "Miss Hill, I need you to leave Charlie. Tell me, how much will it take?"
Abigail was taken aback. She seemed to choke, covering her mouth as she coughed, taking quite some time to recover.
With her bright eyes wide open, she stared at me in disbelief: "What did you say?"
I repeated, "Miss Hill, I want you to leave Charlie. Is one million dollars enough? I don’t have much at my disposal, but just give me your ideal price, and I will try my best to meet it."
Her expression was quite amusing.
She furrowed her brows and shot me an angry glare, asking, "How dare you! What do you think I am?"
I replied, "You are young, beautiful, and have your own career. Why do you persist with Charlie, a married man?"
She was so infuriated that she couldn't speak. After a long pause, she coldly remarked, "Mrs. Wilson, you misunderstood. Charlie and I do not have the relationship you imagine."
I stated, "Two days ago was my wedding anniversary with Charlie, yet he spent the entire night with you."
Abigail's face was filled with disdain. "So what? That night, we celebrated at a bar with over a dozen people present; nothing happened between Charlie and me."
I sighed and said, "Miss Hill, honestly, can't you see Charlie's feelings for you? You are so exceptional; you can attract any man you want. I beg you, return Charlie to me, no matter the price." My voice inadvertently rose, drawing the attention of the café patrons, and Abigail's expression grew increasingly unpleasant.
Abigail said fiercely, "I don't want your money. Do you really know who I am? I'll tell you, my father is Brandon Hill, the CEO of Hill Group. I have plenty of money."
I certainly know that, and that's why I choose to insult her with money.
Humility and helplessness crawled onto my face as I pleaded with her, "Miss Hill, I know I can't compete with your wealth, but I truly love Charlie. Could you kindly spare my family and not tear us apart?"
The words were very disgusting as they left my mouth, causing me to shudder. Abigail's face turned red with anger. She stood up, turned, and walked away, forgetting to settle the bill. It was truly amusing.
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