Chapter 9 News
The driver was still waiting outside. As soon as he saw Abigail coming out, he immediately got out of the car to greet her.
He took the suitcase from Abigail's hands, opened the back door, and gestured for her to sit in. "Mrs. White, let me. Please get in the car."
"Thank you."
Abigail handed him the luggage, thanked him, and got into the car.
In the instant the car door closed, the emotions she had suppressed for so long erupted like a volcano.
Abigail felt like her heart was submerged in lava, burning in flames.
Tears uncontrollably streamed down her face. She bit her lip hard, not wanting to make a sound.
As soon as he got in the car, the driver noticed that something was wrong. He turned his head and saw Abigail silently shedding tears.
He froze for about half a minute before coming back to his senses. He didn't know how to handle the situation in front of him.
He had been Gregory's driver for several years, but he had never encountered a situation like this before. Just as he was at a loss for what to do, Abigail suddenly wiped away her tears and instructed, "You drive. Don't mind me."
She was not accustomed to displaying vulnerability to others, but David's actions had completely disappointed her. But that was fine. She would no longer have to compromise herself to maintain a facade of harmony. She could now pretend that her father was already dead. After all, David had never cared about her all these years; he was no different from being dead. Abigail silently comforted herself in her heart, and her mood finally improved.
The driver hesitated and cautiously asked, "Mrs. White, are you going home?" "No need. Just drive. I want to clear my mind." Abigail thought for a moment, shook her head slowly, and gave a bitter smile. She thought, "Do I even have a home now? Maybe I haven't had one since the moment my mother passed away." As for Gregory's mansion, it was also just a strange place for Abigail. She and him were only in a marriage agreement. They each got what they needed. It was just a transaction.
Abigail wanted Roman to taste the cost of betraying her, and Gregory needed a wife with a simple background and excellent appearance and demeanor. In this vast world, she couldn't even find a place where she could belong.
The driver started the car and slowly drove on the road. He occasionally raised his eyes and observed Abigail's state through the rearview mirror. He hesitated for a long time, unsure whether he should tell Gregory what happened that day. But before he could make a decision, a pleasant and harmonious ringtone came from the backseat.
Abigail picked up her phone, glanced at the caller ID, and saw that her best friend, Tricia Dixon, was calling. She sniffed, suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and answered the call. "Hello?"
"Abigail, are you crying? What happened? Did that bastard Roman bully you again?" Tricia, Abigail's best friend, immediately sensed that something was wrong with this one sentence.
"I'm fine." Because Abigail had just been crying, her voice was still hoarse. Her attempt to appear strong only made others feel more sympathetic. Tricia became even angrier. "Roman is just an asshole. It's not like you had to get engaged to him. He always acts like the victim. Who is he trying to impress? And now he wants to cancel the engagement with you. How disgusting!"
Abigail was stunned, feeling a bit lost. "Cancel the engagement? Roman?"
Tricia paused, her voice noticeably weaker than before. "You, you don't know? I thought you were crying because of this."
"What happened?"
"I'll tell you, but please don't be too upset. Remember how I joined those gossip chat groups for wealthy families? Roman mentioned in one of the groups that he was going to get engaged to you, but Jessica is his true love. I'll send you the screenshots."
Tricia had just finished speaking when Abigail's phone started ringing.
She opened the screenshots Tricia sent and coldly glanced at them. She could hardly contain the anger brewing in her chest.
Abigail sneered, "Announcing the cancellation of our engagement? He doesn't deserve that! Even if we were to cancel it, it should have been me who proposed it."
It was Roman's infidelity and lack of loyalty to their engagement that started it all, yet he had been secretly belittling her.
For the sake of Grace's reputation, she had initially planned to handle the matter privately, but it seemed no longer necessary.
Her gaze fell upon the screenshots of their chat conversations, and an idea sparked within her: "Tricia, are you still in those chat groups? If so, invite me in as well."
"I'll check. I left several groups in anger after seeing those insults towards you, but I should still be in two of them," Tricia responded, sensing that something was wrong with Abigail. Nevertheless, she didn't ask further and sent the links over.
Whatever Abigail wanted to do, as her best friend, Tricia would stand by her unconditionally.
Abigail clicked on the link and entered the chat group.
The group mainly consisted of young men and women from wealthy families. Whenever there was gossip within the circle, it would quickly spread within the group.
Abigail joined the chat just as everyone was actively discussing the news about Roman canceling his engagement with her and marrying Jessica instead.
Messages kept popping up, so no one took notice of someone new joining the group.
As Abigail read through their chat conversations, she couldn't help but sneer.
So this was how Roman had described her behind her back, in such a derogatory manner.
Now, the prevailing belief was that Roman was the victim, and Abigail was merely a third party who exploited the elders' favoritism, disrupting the genuine love between Roman and Jessica.
In this affluent circle, individuals often found themselves born into influential families and compelled to marry for the sake of family interests, even if it went against their own desires.
As a result, they held a strong disdain for such actions.
Abigail had now become the focal point of their frustrations and criticisms.
On the other end of the phone, Tricia noticed the ongoing chat in the group and worried about Abigail's state of mind. She reassured, "Abigail, don't pay attention to them. They don't truly know you. They're just being used and gratefully accepting it."
Feeling Tricia's concern, Abigail's heart warmed slightly. She smiled and shook her head. "Don't worry. I'm okay."
Having heard those words countless times, she was no longer as affected by them.
Tricia quietly breathed a sigh of relief. "Exactly! You shouldn't be heartbroken over someone as unworthy as Roman!"
"Agreed," Abigail replied. She opened the recording saved on her phone, edited out a section, and sent it directly to the group.
She made a special mention of Roman: "You were the one who betrayed me first. Don't accuse me." This engagement was something you and your mother actively fought for. Now that you see me down and out, you want to back out and blame everything on me. Roman, you are such a coward." I look down on you!"
After sending the series of texts, Abigail felt a strong release of her anger.
After doing all of this, she immediately left the group chat. However, she did not realize the commotion she had caused in the group.
"Oh my God! What's going on? This is too explosive!"
"Wait, who was the one who sent the recording just now? It was Abigail, right? I didn't see it wrong, did I? When did she join the group?"
"I can't believe Mr. Roman White is so shameless."
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