Also, she was only showing Kathy sympathy, and not getting smug. What was there to be smug about being dumped?
She just did not want to become a laughing stock, and retained what dignity she had left.
Kathy was seething. “Abigail Bernstein! Did you hear what I said?!”
“What?” Abigail turned and asked.
“Don’t ever show up around Diarmuid!” She snarled every word.
“Oh, sure.” Abigail laughed.
Her smile left Kathy sickened, and she snapped, “You’re being dumped, and you’re still laughing? Are you even human?!”
Abigail simply pretended she never heard her and stopped a taxi, putting her suitcase in the trunk before leaving.
As she returned to the Bernstein mansion and dragged her suitcase through the front gates,
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Sheryl came out to help her. “You’re moving out from Diarmuid Althoff’s mansion now?”
Abigail nodded, and her weary look left Sheryl with a heartache. “Eat something before you get some sleep.”
“Okay,” Abigail said, just so that Sheryl did not worry.
Abigail took a nap after a light meal, but she was not sleeping soundly, and woke up when she heard something.
Rubbing and opening her eyes, she saw that it was Zachary Slate and Lulu Adams, and she sat up.
“Abigail,”
terrible.”
Lulu said as she sat beside Abigail and checked her face. “Are you sake? You look
Abigail shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“Are you still mourning your father? My condolences.” Lulu comforted her.
Abigail smiled, but did not tell her about her current situation.
“Anyway, I’m visiting to tell you that I’ve bought a train ticket back to Sunny City today. I have to go back,” Lulu said then.
Abigail turned toward Zachary and asked, “Splitting up again?‘
Lulu smiled bitterly. “His mother won’t accept me so soon. We need time to work on it, but I can’t stay here either–I need to get back to work.”
Abigail understood where she was coming from.
“Well, I’ll go to the station with you guys,” she said, but Lulu kept her on the couch.
“You don’t look too well, so just stay home and rest. I just need Zachary to see me off.”
Abigail was certainly exhausted, and she smiled. “True. And I’m excess baggage when Zachary is around anyway.”
Lulu gave her a good–natured smack. “Oh, you.”
Abigail smiled.
After that, Zachary told her to get some proper rest before leaving with Lulu.
However, Abigail felt that she was no longer sleepy, though when she left to find Harvey, he had already arrived at Bernstein Mansion.
He was smiling and appeared spirited.
Abigail remained impassive, and asked curtly, “When can I see my child?”
“Like I said, after our wedding. Now, which card do you prefer?”
He had brought several wedding cards, each having different styles so that she could pick one she liked.
Abigail found the man’s behavior bizarre just then–she insisted that she did not love him, and had only promised to marry him to save her child.
Was he crazy? Picking an invite at a time like this?
“Just do whatever you like. You don’t have to ask me about anything,” she said, planting herself on the couch.
very
“Fine, that’ll do,” Harvey replied. “Once the invitations are prepared, I’ll send the first one to Diarmuid Althoff.”
Abigail was not in the mood to play around, and simply nestled on the couch.
“Are you sick?” Harvey walked up, but she sprang to her feet the instant he sat beside her.
He raised a brow. “Do you hate me that much?”
Abigail snorted. “What do you think?”
“You should be trying to get used to me–weren’t we getting along just fine back in Sunny City?”
Patting the spot beside himself, he said, “Come on, sit here.”
Abigail sat opposite him. “You don’t have to go through such lengths. I could go with you to register our marriage right now.”
“No way,” Harvey chuckled. “I’ll have a grand, flashy wedding so that everyone will know you’re mine. Anyway, I’ve asked some foreign tailors to prepare your dress–which do you prefer, a conservative one, or a modern one?”
“Whatever.” Abigail could not stand his ramblings and had no interest in any of that.
He could do anything he liked for all she cared–she just wanted her baby back.
“I get to decide everything? Come on, you have to work with me.”
Abigail was heading upstairs, and scowled at his words. “Promising to marry you is already my limit. What more do you want?”
Seeing that she was getting grumpy, Harvey did not push her. “Alright, I won’t bother you.”
He wanted to appear before Diarmuid with Abigail to brag, but gave up since she was on the verge of snapping.
“Get some rest over the next few days. Just be my beautiful bride on the day of our wedding,” Harvey said as he rose to his feet. “I’ll be going now.”
Abigail wanted nothing less, but could not risk upsetting him for the sake of her child. “Take care of my son.”
Harvey grinned. “You don’t have to worry.”
Three days later, Harvey brought his first wedding invitation to Diarmuid personally.
He appeared spirited and strutting as he asked, “Mr. Althoff, you must be free this Saturday, yes?”
Diarmuid was not even bothered to look his way. “If that’s all you have to say, you can leave.”
There was no way that would happen because Harvey was there to brag. Pushing the invitation in front of Diarmuid, he said, “I’ll be marrying Abigail Bernstein. You’ll be there, won’t you?”
Diarmuid finally looked up from his work when he heard Abigail’s name.
Harvey naturally became smug at that, and opened the envelope to Diarmuid so that he could see the photo enclosed inside and their name. “See?”
Diarmuid remained calm and unaffected. “I dumped her. Take her with you all you want.”
However, Harvey knew by now that lie was too good at pretending, and did not even mind his dissing. “Of course you dumped her, and that’s on you. I don’t mind that she’s been with other men, and she’ll be mine from now on. For that, I have to thank you for letting go, but don’t worry, I’ll give her some proper loving.”
“Get out!” Diarmuid snapped, scrawling a signature on the bottom of a document and throwing it aside.
Harvey was grinning ear to ear at his response, as if challenging Diarmuid to hit him. “It’s this Saturday, Mr. Althoff! Don’t forget!”
Diarmuid’s lips curled up savagely as Harvey put down the invitation. “See you there.”
With that, he whistled a tune cheerfully and smugly left Diarmuid’s office.
The instant he was gone, Diarmuid’s calm turned into rage!
“Abigail Bernstein!” he snarled through gritted teeth.
So, she was pushing another woman to him so that she could marry Harvey Gooding?!
Well done!
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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