I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

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Chapter 51 You’re Not an Embarrassment

Abigail pursed her lips and gazed at Sean as well. She smirked. “Don’t say that about yourself. The

whole team’s praising you to the high heavens, and tons of women are waiting to be You’re not an

embarrassment; you’re the prize everyone wants.”

your bride.

He invested in the show and helped my grandma. There’s no need to cross him. Still, she was annoyed

by Joan’s smug attitude, and she thought a sarcastic remark was more than warranted, given that she

was still his wife.

Sean took off his pants right in front of her. “Are you one of those women, then?”

Hell no. I am not that kind of woman. Abigail thought he would at least have some shame, but he didn’t.

He was being as brazen as he could. Coolly, she said, “Whatever you say.”

Sean was prejudiced against her. If she made any mistake talking to him, he would use it to label her

as a whore who would sleep with him for money. It was just like how she was called a gold digger when

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she only wanted to happily marry him.

Abigail turned around and ignored him. She held up the file and put her ear against the door to listen to

what was going on outside. There were a couple of designers still chatting since she could hear

snippets of their conversation. That was annoying. It’s late. Why haven’t they gone back to their

rooms? Even if they want to chat, they can do it in their rooms, can’t they?

While she was focused on the sounds outside, Sean suddenly hugged her.

Shocked, Abigail almost shouted, but she quickly covered her mouth. Her design drafts fell to the

ground, and her heart was racing.

Sean huddled closer and whispered almost coldly, “Don’t you get tired of playing hard to get?”

Playing hard to get? Abigail felt fury flare right up to her head. She pushed against the door and tried to

shove Sean away. “Once I am done with Grandma’s case-”

Her sentence was cut off by a kiss. Just then, Joan asked from outside the room, “Are you asleep,

Sean?”

Abigail’s heart squeezed, but Sean gave her a cryptic look and let her go. He was sure that she

wouldn’t make a sound.

Abigail’s mind was in turmoil, but she was bothered by that look he gave her. She crouched down and

quickly picked up the drafts, then she shoved Sean away and tiptoed into the bathroom.

Once the door to the bathroom was closed, Sean wore his robe.

The phone on the bed rang, and Sean picked it up after he saw that it was from Joan. Without knowing

it, he gently said, “What is it?”

“I heard you’ve come to the set. Are you in your room?” Joan purred.

Sean went to the door and opened it, still holding his phone. Joan put on a beautiful smile for him. “It’s

late. I hope I’m not interrupting. It’s been a while since I saw you.”

Abigail leaned on the wall, listening to Joan speak, and a smirk curled her lips. I’m the wife, and yet I’m

looking like the mistress here. This is ironic. That Sean is a b*stard.

Joan looked at Sean affectionately. “You came all the way here even though it’s already this late? You

could’ve come tomorrow. I wouldn’t have found out about it if I hadn’t called Cameron.”

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Joan thought he didn’t know anyone else on the set and was only here to back her up. He prepared

Ocean’s Heart and this manor, and now he came here himself. Of course, Joan was thinking he did

it for her.

All Sean could think about was Abigail so he didn’t listen to what Joan was saying, but he grunted.

Delighted, Joan went red with embarrassment and love, but she held herself back. “You’re so nice to

me. You’re the best, Sean. I know you did a lot for me on this show, and I’ll do my best.”

Hearing Sean give Joan an answer made Abigail grab her drafts tightly, her nails almost digging into

her skin. Now she knew what that look meant. He suspected that she and Luna were working

together, so he wanted Joan to find out she was in the same room with him and have Joan assert

dominance.

Abigail felt something welling up within her, and she opened her mouth to exhale. A long sigh

came out, and she calmed down.

“It’s late, so get some rest. The flight took a lot out of me,” said Sean, his voice tired.

Abigail harrumphed. He has enough money to boost his honeycakes to fame. Even if Joan doesn’t

put in an ounce of effort, she can still make it to stardom.

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