But no matter how hard she tried, Abigail couldn't unlock my phone. She frowned and shot me a glare. "You changed your phone password?" she questioned me in a dissatisfied tone.
"Yeah." I nodded calmly and said with an indifferent look, "I've had it changed for a while now. You're only noticing it now?"
Ever since Abigail started bringing random men home for inexplicable reasons, I could feel the distance between us growing wider and wider.
Heartbroken, I decided to change all my passwords.
My phone password used to be our wedding anniversary. But now, that so-called anniversary feels like nothing more than a pathetic joke to me.
She had never taken me seriously. She had humiliated me, tormented me, and treated my feelings like garbage, like I was something she could throw away without a second thought.
That realization filled me with despair.
I knew I couldn't go on like this with Abigail. I didn't want to continue drowning in the pain she caused me. All I wanted was to wake up, to see clearly who I should cherish and who I should let go of.
Abigail was someone who had brought me immense pain. Thus, I changed my password to my own birthday. It was a way to remind myself that the person I should love the most was me. I would never betray myself, no matter what.
Frowning, Abigail clutched my phone tightly. After staring at me for a moment, she hesitantly asked, "Samuel, what's your phone password?"
"Why don't you try guessing?" I gave her a faint smile, making no effort to tell her the answer.
I was curious if she'd still remember any of our anniversaries or even my birthday.
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