Cheating wife's Despair

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Alright Everyone, here in this chapter everything which happened in past original Novel will be revealed and how did she made Samuel's life hell and what is the reason in the novel which made Bi*ch Abigail CEO Billionaire.

Because it's already 400 Chapters and I only saw Samuel being in Despair and I'm waiting for the Novel to end as i wanna see through whole ending of it.

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Abigail sat frozen in her car, gripping the steering wheel tightly as the chaos unfolded before her eyes. Night Creatures—grotesque and terrifying—were swarming the streets in broad daylight. Her breath hitched as she whispered to herself, "How is this possible? I thought they only came out at night..."

Her heart raced as she watched the creatures wreak havoc, tearing through everything in their path. Just as one of the creatures turned its attention to her car, the sound of something metallic slicing through the air caught her attention.

Out of nowhere, Samuel appeared, his mechanical limbs glinting in the sunlight. With a smug grin plastered on his face, he cracked his knuckles and said mockingly, "Morning attacks now? Seriously? But hey, doesn't matter. You're all about to be cut in two!"

Without hesitation, Samuel lunged into the fray. His movements were fluid yet brutal, his mechanical limbs extending and transforming into deadly weapons.

Abigail watched in awe and horror as he tore through the creatures with ruthless efficiency. Each strike was precise, each movement calculated, and his wide, confident grin only added to the terrifying spectacle.

As Samuel dispatched the last of the Night Creatures, Abigail's heart stopped when she saw one of them darting toward her car. Before she could react,

Samuel moved with lightning speed, appearing in front of her car in an instant. With a single, devastating slash of his mechanical blade, the creature was split in half, its body collapsing to the ground in a heap.

Samuel turned toward the carnage, scanning the area for any remaining threats.

When he was satisfied that none were left, he sheathed his weapons back into his limbs and turned his attention to Abigail, who was still trembling in her seat.

He walked up to her car, leaning casually against the driver's side door with a smug smirk. "Well," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "there you go. Crisis averted, and you're still in one piece."

Abigail stared at him, her fear slowly morphing into a mix of shock and indignation.

Samuel raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her reaction. "Since you owe me one now, how about giving me a ride to my destination?" he asked, his voice laced with mock charm.

Abigail narrowed her eyes, her pride battling with her gratitude. "You've got some nerve," she snapped, but her voice wavered slightly.

Samuel chuckled, clearly amused. "Oh, come on, Abigail," he said, stepping back from the car. "It's not like I'm asking for much. Just a ride. Or," he added with a smirk, "you could leave your savior stranded. Your choice."

Abigail clenched her jaw, reluctantly unlocking the passenger door. "Get in before I change my mind," she muttered, her tone sharp.

Samuel grinned as he slid into the passenger seat, leaning back comfortably. "See? I knew you had it in you to be cooperative," he said teasingly.

Abigail rolled her eyes, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she pulled away from the chaotic scene.

Abigail cleared her throat, forcing herself to sound calm despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her. "Where do you want to go, Samuel?" she asked, her voice tinged with irritation.

Samuel didn't even glance at her, his focus still on adjusting his limbs. "Central Capital," he said nonchalantly. "There's a pack of those Night Creatures there, and I'm going to cut them all down. Without mercy."

Abigail glanced at him, her brows furrowing as she tried to gauge his seriousness. "You're going to fight an entire pack alone? Have you lost your mind?"

Samuel chuckled darkly, finally meeting her gaze. "Mind? Oh, Abigail, that's long gone. What's left is this..." He raised his mechanical arm, flexing it as the metal gleamed ominously. A heartless machine, just like the one you created."

The weight of his words hit Abigail, but she masked her reaction with a sharp exhale. After a few moments of silence, she couldn't help herself. "How did this happen to you?" she asked, her tone softer than she intended.

Samuel's expression darkened instantly. He snapped his arm shut with a loud click and leaned back, his voice colder than ice. "It's none of your concern. And why would I reveal anything to the person who made my life a living hell?"

Abigail tightened her grip on the wheel, her emotions bubbling over. "I made your life hell? Are you serious, Samuel? You're the one who left me when I was at my worst! Do you even know how much I struggled to get back on my feet?"

Samuel barked out a bitter laugh, his smirk twisting into something cruel. "Oh, I know, Abigail. And after you got back on your feet, you didn't waste any time making my life miserable, did you? Fake promises to remarry me, showing your true colors after our Marriage."

Abigail glanced at him sharply, her voice rising. "And why did you leave at that time, Samuel? Do you even have a good reason, or were you just running away like a coward?"

Samuel's smirk faded, replaced by a rare flicker of genuine anger. He leaned forward, his voice low and venomous. "You want to know why I left when you were at your worst? Fine, I'll tell you. Your investor, Dalvis, said he'd only save your crumbling company if I disappeared. He wanted me out of the picture, and I agreed because I thought it would help you."

Abigail's hands froze on the wheel. She opened her mouth to respond but found herself speechless.

Samuel continued, his tone mocking. "But of course, that's not the story you heard, is it? No, you believed whatever suited your narrative. And even if I told you the truth back then, you wouldn't have believed me." He laughed bitterly. "So here we are. Just sign the divorce papers already. Isn't it enough that you've taken your revenge by turning my life into a nightmare even tho all I did was just for your sake?"

Abigail's voice cracked as she spoke. "I didn't—"

Samuel cut her off, his gaze now piercing. "Enough, Abigail. I don't want to hear it. I don't care about your excuses or your struggles. All I care about now is finding a reason to live for myself. And this time..." His voice softened, filled with a sorrow that Abigail wasn't prepared for. "...this time, my sister Kayla isn't even here to help me."

The mention of Laura made Abigail flinch. She remembered how much Samuel adored his younger sister, how close they were. But before she could say anything, Samuel delivered the final blow.

"And let's not forget," he said, his voice cold and detached, "how you hated me so much that you aborted our child. Just how deep does your hatred for me run, Abigail?"

Her breath hitched as she tried to process his words. "Samuel... I—"

"It doesn't matter," he interrupted, leaning back in his seat with a sardonic smile. "In a way, I should thank you. If it weren't for you, my life would've been so boring. All the pain, all the hatred—it keeps things interesting."

Abigail's hands trembled on the wheel, but she said nothing, unable to find the words to respond. Samuel turned to look out the window, his smirk returning as the car sped toward Central Capital.

"Drive faster, Abigail," he said casually. "I've got a pack of monsters to kill, and I'd hate to keep them waiting."

Abigail's grip on the steering wheel tightened, her knuckles turning white. She glanced at Samuel, his smirk unwavering, his words cutting through her like a blade.

"You're planning to die in battle?" she asked, her voice trembling with both anger and disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you, Samuel?"

Samuel leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, his mechanical limbs glinting in the sunlight. "What's wrong with me?" he echoed mockingly. "Oh, Abigail, everything is wrong with me. My life, my body, my mind—it's all a mess. And you know what? Dying on the battlefield sounds a lot better than whatever this existence is."

Abigail shot him a glare. "So that's it? You're just going to throw your life away? You don't even care about trying to fix what's left of yourself?"

Samuel laughed, the sound bitter and hollow. "Fix myself? There's nothing left to fix, Abigail. I'm already half-machine, remember? My heart, my soul—they're gone. And honestly, why should I care when the people who were supposed to care about me turned me into this in the first place?"

Abigail's jaw tightened. "Don't you dare put this on me. You made your choices, Samuel. You're the one who walked away!"

Samuel turned his gaze to her, his smirk sharp and cruel. "And you're the one who made staying unbearable. Don't act like you're innocent in all this. You pushed me to the edge, Abigail. You and your pathetic games."

The car fell into a heavy silence, the tension between them palpable. Then Samuel broke it with a cold chuckle.

"But here's the thing," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I'm giving you a choice, Abigail. Either you live as my widow after I die on the battlefield, or you sign those divorce papers and walk away for good. It's your call."

Abigail's breath caught in her throat. The weight of his words hit her like a tidal wave, and for a moment, she couldn't speak. Finally, she managed to find her voice.

"You're insane," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Samuel grinned, leaning closer to her, his mechanical hand resting on the dashboard. "Maybe I am. But at least I know where I'm headed. What about you, Abigail? Can you say the same?"

She stared at him, her emotions a whirlwind of anger, sadness, and confusion. Samuel leaned back, his smirk never faltering, as if he was relishing her turmoil.

"Clock's ticking, Abigail," he said casually. "Widow or divorcee? Choose wisely."

Abigail gritted her teeth, her mind racing, but no matter what she thought, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was already losing him—if she hadn't lost him completely already.