​Her Signature, Their Regret

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Chapter 6

Abigail looked at Trent, and there wasn't a trace of emotion in her eyes, as if she were only stating something trivial. "It's nothing. We can talk later."

She didn't want to get into it with Trent right now. She just wanted to get out of this suffocating place as fast as possible.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Abigail turned and hurried upstairs, shutting out the gazes of Trent and Brigitta behind her.

Trent watched her retreating figure, his brow tightening as an inexplicable irritation rose in his chest.

He couldn't shake the feeling that this Abigail was different from before.

In the past, she would cry, make a scene, cling to him, and demand answers in a near-hysterical voice. But this time, she was too quiet. So quiet that it unsettled him.

Brigitta walked over to Trent's side and let out a soft sigh. "Trent, just look at her. She's getting more outrageous by the day. She actually dared to bring up divorce. Does she really think she'll have any kind of good life once she leaves the Smith Family?"

Trent rubbed at his brow and waved a hand dismissively. "Mom, enough. I'm tired."

He didn't press Abigail any further. He simply turned and walked into the living room.

He assumed Abigail's talk of divorce was just another angry outburst, no different from all the times before.

After she calmed down, she would stay. She always did.

After all, Abigail had loved him for so many years, and they had Paxton together. How could she possibly bring herself to leave?

Paxton came home with his arm in a cast so he could recover there.

Abigail still cooked for him and took care of his daily needs, just as she always had, but she never once spoke to him first.

Even the way she looked at him was distant now, her gaze flat and cold.

This version of Abigail made Paxton uneasy in a way he couldn't explain.

That night, after Abigail finished changing his bandages and was about to leave, Paxton reached out and tugged at the hem of her clothes. "Mom, are you still mad at me?"

There was hesitation in his voice, and beneath it, a faint note of grievance.

Abigail lowered her eyes to the small hand clutching her clothes. She said nothing. She only pulled free gently.

That made Paxton panic even more. His eyes turned red almost instantly. "Mom, I didn't mean to do it. I was just scared Dad would get mad, and scared he'd fight with Aunt Bianca. If I said Aunt Bianca was the one who told me to go play, Dad would definitely be angry at her. Then they wouldn't be able to be together."

In Paxton's mind, Bianca was gentle and understanding, always indulging whatever he wanted.

Abigail, on the other hand, was always disciplining him and setting rules, so he had naturally come to believe Bianca was the one who was better suited to stay by Trent's side.

Abigail looked at him, a flicker of mockery passing through her eyes. "So what? In order to help your Aunt Bianca be with your father, could you frame your own mother without hesitation? Paxton, did you ever stop to think that I'm your mother? I'm the one who gave birth to you and raised you."

"I know I was wrong, Mom. Please forgive me, okay?" Paxton grabbed her hand and pleaded through tears. "I'll never do it again. Please don't be mad anymore, okay?"

"It doesn't matter." Abigail slowly pulled her hand back, her voice flat and without a trace of emotion.

"You and Trent can be with whoever you want and do whatever you want. From now on, it has nothing to do with me. I won't interfere anymore, and I won't be angry anymore either."

Her indifference hurt Paxton more than any scolding could have.

He stared at Abigail's cold profile and suddenly broke down, sobbing. "Mom, don't treat me like this. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, okay? You don't want me anymore, do you?"

Paxton's crying brought Trent in.

He pushed open the door and walked inside. The moment he saw his son crying his heart out and Abigail standing there with that expressionless face, his brows snapped together. "Abigail, what is this now? Paxton's still recovering. Can't you let him have some peace?"

To him, it was obvious Abigail was still angry about what happened at the amusement park and was deliberately making things hard for Paxton.

Faced with his accusation, Abigail didn't bother to explain. She only lifted her eyes, gave him a calm look, and turned toward the door.

"Stop." Trent called after her, then opened the wardrobe behind him and took out an elegant gift box, holding it out to her. "Next Saturday is Bianca's birthday. She's throwing a party, and you're coming with me."

Abigail glanced at the box.

Inside was an exquisite dress, clearly something Trent had specially prepared for her.

But what did that have to do with her?

"I'm not going. I already have plans that day." Abigail refused without hesitation.

"What plans could you possibly have?" Trent's tone hardened. "It's Bianca's birthday party. As her younger sister, you have to go. You can use the opportunity to ease the tension between you two, and it'll show everyone outside that the Smith Family gets along just fine. We don't need people laughing at us."

He believed Abigail had been targeting Bianca for too long and had already made the Smith Family the subject of enough gossip.

This birthday party, in his mind, was the perfect chance for Abigail and Bianca to patch things up. It would also show everyone that Trent's wife was not as petty and narrow-minded as rumors suggested.

"I said I'm not going." Abigail's tone remained firm.

She didn't want to watch Trent dote on Bianca. She didn't want to witness their affection. And she definitely didn't want to stand there as background scenery to highlight their happiness.

She wasn't truly without pride.

And her pride would never allow that.

Trent stared at Abigail, his voice turning cold. "This isn't up to you. I'll pick you up next Saturday afternoon, and you will go."

With that, he turned and left, not giving her any chance to refuse again.

Abigail watched his back, the chill in her eyes deepening.

That was the kind of man he had always been. He never cared about her feelings. Yet he always loved forcing his will on her.

Time passed quickly, and next Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye.

Abigail had originally planned to go out that day, but Trent blocked her at home.

Without giving her a choice, he grabbed her and dragged her downstairs, then shoved her into the car.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Abigail watched the scenery race past the window, her heart gone cold.

Bianca's birthday party was being held at the most luxurious hotel in Harbor City.

The ballroom had been decorated in a soft, romantic style, and many of Harbor City's elite were already there.

Abigail followed Trent into the banquet hall, and instantly, she became the focus of everyone's attention.

Every look carried curiosity, gossip, and the thrill of watching a spectacle. Their gazes moved from her and Trent to Bianca, who stood not far away.

Bianca was wearing a pink gown and standing in the center of the crowd like a flower in full bloom, gentle and beautiful.

The moment Trent entered the hall, he let go of Abigail's hand and strode over to Bianca. Taking the wineglass from her hand, he said gently, "Happy birthday, Bianca."

Bianca smiled her thanks, her eyes shining with shy delight.

Then, under everyone's watchful gaze, Trent took out a red jewelry box.

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