I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

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Chapter 243 The Power of a Present

Abigail stiffened up and glared at Sean, shouting, “I don’t want your life! I don’t care what you can give

me. Let me go!”

Under the influence of alcohol, he clamped his hand firmly on her wrist, displaying a stubborn

expression.

During their struggle, Abigail, wearing high heels, lost her balance and stumbled into Sean’s embrace.

Seizing the opportunity, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately, intending

to rekindle their connection.

Her body quivered as she was almost drawn into the intense kiss. However, her rationality prevailed,

and she pushed him away, speaking slowly and deliberately, “We are divorced! You have no right to

interrogate me over someone else’s present! Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to

treat me like this?”

As/Sean began to sober up, he loosened his grip slightly. Abigail quickly pushed him away, demanding,

“Stay away from me!”

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However, he remained unmoved, refusing to budge an inch. Taking a few steps backward, she

displayed frustration and wariness. Yet, her heart skipped a beat when she glimpsed the intense

turmoil within his eyes. She hurriedly averted her gaze and discreetly hid her hands behind her back.

Sean couldn’t help but feel an intense ache in his chest as he observed Abigail’s actions. The pain was

so overwhelming that it felt like a dagger piercing his heart, leaving him breathless. “Abby…”

“Sean, it’s over between us,” she stated calmly but coldly, her voice devoid of emotion. “I hope you can

respect that and stop interfering in my life.”

“Abby.”

Luna’s voice echoed from the restroom entryway.

Abigail whirled around when she heard Luna’s voice, sighing in relief. Sean felt the pain in his chest

intensified when he noticed her reaction.

When Luna saw Sean, she hurried forward to stand in front of Abigail. “You’re drunk, Mr. Graham. I

think you should head back for some rest.”

Abigail seized the chance to wash her hands. Then, she grabbed Luna by the hand, allowing Luna to

lead her out.

Once the two women left, Sean placed his hands on the sink to steady himself. His gaze turned cold

when he looked at his reflection with bloodshot eyes.

Abigail and Lama returned to their table while Eric went to pay the bill. Luna tightened her hand around

Abigail’s and kindly asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Abigail shook her head. When she saw Sean walking out of the bathroom, she continued,

“Let’s go. We’ll message Eric later.”

“Okay,” Luna said, standing up while holding Abigail’s hand,

Abigail sat in Luna’s car in the parking lot, looking down at the bracelet on her wrist. If the bracelet

weren’t meaningful to her and her grandmother, she would have left it unused at home.

When Eric approached them, he noticed Abigail looking at the bracelet and couldn’t help but remember

Josh’s words, which weighed on his heart.

“We’re leaving, Eric,” Lana said with a light tone.

“Okay, Stay safe,” Eric replied with a warm expression as he looked at Luna.

She smiled and opened the car door to get inside.

The following day, Eric returned to Capitalis as well.

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When Abigail arrived at the studio, Luna placed a stack of contract proposals on her desk and proudly

exclaimed, “See? These are the orders we have after making a name for ourselves. We’re

rich!”

“That’s a lot… Are you going to overwork us?” Abigail playfully complained.

Analise’s health hadn’t improved much despite lengthy treatment, so Abigail planned to save up for a

trip to seek medical care abroad. If Analise adapted well to the foreign environment, Abigail would

consider settling there to oversee her treatment.

As Abigail reached for the contracts, Luna noticed the wooden beads on her wrist and immediately

grabbed her. “Who gave this to you? It’s an exquisite bracelet.”

Abigail never liked to wear jewelry of any kind. Hence, this was Luna’s first time seeing an- accessory

on Abigail.

“Eric, Abigail replied.

Luna promptly leaned in with a sinister smirk on her lips. “Is it possible?”

“What are you thinking? This is just a tracker.” Abigail raised her hand to show the bracelet off.

“That’s amazing. Speaking of Eric, something about his behavior last night is fishy.” Luna had noticed

Eric had something on his mind when they met back up at the parking lot.”

“Don’t overthink it. We’re just friends, and he also gave a bracelet to my grandmother,” Abigail

reassured Luna, thinking she might be jumping to conclusions again. “I’ll return the favor one

day.”

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