Category: I Want a Divorce Novel (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham novel)

Sean felt agitated as he glanced at the divorce settlement and the several cards in his hand. I simply thought she was just throwing a tantrum. How dare she think of divorcing me!
“Are you being serious right now?” He held back his anger and managed to ask through his teeth.
Abigail quirked a brow at him and replied nonchalantly, “I am dead serious. Sign it, and we will go through the procedures when both of us are free later.”
Sean looked at his wife before his eyes relentlessly as he thought, We have been married for three years, and Abigail has been fulfilling her duty as Mrs. Graham. She’s well-behaved, obedient, and kind to my family members. More so, she pleases me in every possible way. Yet, she’s like a different person now.
As he regarded her fair and lustrous face painted with impatience that was completely different from before and listened to the icy cold words that escaped her lips, he felt a knife stabbing through his heart as he realized that Abigail was truly looking forward to leaving him. So, he quickly retracted his gaze, turned around, and walked into the living room. “There’s no need for that. I will see you at the City Hall front entrance tomorrow at 9.00AM.” His indifferent voice sounded.
At first, Abigail thought that she was all prepared for this day. It was only at this moment that she truly realized that her heart was still in pain like it was getting pricked with thousands of needles. Half of her body went numb. In fact, she didn’t even know how she managed to walk out of the house.
She returned to the studio in a daze and lay on the bed, only to realize that her stomach was churning in pain after a while.
So, she hastily covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom before vomiting everything she ate and drank earlier that evening. Still, the pain in her stomach worsened instead of being relieved.
To make matters worse, whenever she suffered from digestive troubles, she would feel nothing but excruciating pain. Since she hadn’t had a relapse for a long time, she had completely forgotten about the agony she would have to endure. Therefore, she didn’t even bother taking her stomach medicine with her when she moved out. At this moment, the journey from her bathroom to her bedside could result in her back drenching in a cold sweat. Still, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain as she grabbed her phone to call Luna.
To her dismay, Luna didn’t hear her phone ringing at all as she was sleeping like a log.
As she feared she would die of pain in the studio tonight, she eventually called Sean after a great deal of hesitation. However, no one picked up during the first call. Thus, she called again. This time, it was answered after the second ring, and a soft, waxy voice sounded from the other end of the phone. As soon as Abigail heard the voice, she could tell it was Joan. “Hello? Who is it?”
He was still alone when I left the apartment just now. Yet, he’s already with Joan within seconds! Damn it! I was out of my mind to think of asking Sean for help! Thus, Abigail swiftly silenced herself instead of answering.
When Joan heard no response on the other end, she tentatively asked, “Is it you, Abigail? Are you looking for Sean?”
As she had no intention of hearing Joan say something nonsense like Sean was taking a shower, she promptly hung up the phone. Then, she curled up on the carpet, frowned, and blocked all of Sean’s contact.
Then, she suddenly lost her vision and passed out once she placed her phone away.

…
“Abigail?”
Luna woke Abigail up early the next morning.
As Luna was still wearing her pajamas, she obviously rushed here before she had time to change. Then, she said guiltily, “Was it your digestive troubles? It’s all my fault. I slept like a log last night and didn’t hear your call!”
However, Abigail couldn’t be bothered about that right now. Instead, she jerked up and demanded, “What time is it?”
“It’s 9.00AM.”
At once, Abigail’s mind buzzed. Sh*t! I’m late!
“Sean and I have agreed to meet at the City Hall and go through the divorce settlement procedures at 9.00AM today.”
Abigail grabbed the phone that had fallen on the carpet and hastily called him as she knew that Sean despised people being late.
The phone rang once before it got automatically hung up. Did Sean block my contact as well?
In the same amount of timidness as her speed in blocking Sean last night, Abigail unblocked him and made a voice call.
Once the call got through, she probed courteously and distantly, “Are you still at the City Hall? I’m going over now.”
Sean’s brisk voice sounded through the receiver. “Are you saying I have to wait for you at the City Hall front entrance for half an hour?”
Abigail didn’t bother explaining herself since she was in the wrong. Thus, she got up and changed her clothes while apologizing on the phone, “I am so sorry. I’ll try to hurry up. 20 minutes? Is it okay?”
Sean’s voice tinged with a chilling sense of anger. “Do you think my time is as worthless as you?”

Sean glanced at Abigail as he furrowed his attractive brows tightly, wondering about her purpose here. Why is she doing such a servile job? Moreover, having to face fussy customers. It is a stark contrast to her life with us, the Grahams!
Still, he couldn’t help but sneer. “Stop following others and dive into the service industry if you can’t stay humble.”
His words pricked Abigail like a thorn. These two simply are capable of turning things upside down in perfect harmony, aren’t they?
She curled the corner of her lower lip as she said in a somewhat impolite tone, “Very well, then. I shall let another person serve you. Hopefully, you can successfully ask for Alana’s contact and subsequently introduce more clients to us.”
Abigail left the fitting room area immediately after she finished saying that. Then, she called over an assistant to replace her. Before the assistant entered, she specifically made it clear saying, “Don’t mention my identity when you go in later.” After a momentary pause, she added spitefully, “And if they ask why, tell them that Alana’s husband has just passed away, so she currently isn’t in the mood to design any dresses.” Asking for a chance to meet Alana? Dream on!
The assistant swiftly took the order and walked to the fitting room area. Right then, she heard Joan complaining to Sean. “What’s with her attitude?! I asked her for Alana’s number because I genuinely love this wedding dress. Yet, she responded in such a manner! I can’t believe store attendants nowadays are all so ill-mannered.”
Sean felt his head aching from Joan’s whining. “Why do you want to argue with a store employee? I will ask someone to get Alana’s number and then ask her to come and meet you. Okay?”
The assistant involuntarily pursed her lips and secretly criticized, How hilarious! Ms. Alana was right in front of you moments ago, but you just had to offend her. And now, you still want her to design your dresses?!
So, she conveyed Abigail’s message. “I’m sorry, but Ms. Alana’s husband has just passed away. So, she doesn’t feel like meeting guests at the moment.”
Suddenly, Sean felt his right eyelid twitch. “We shall wait until she’s ready, then.” Alana has just become a widow? That’s quite unfortunate, indeed.
…
Thanks to the distress caused by Sean, Abigail no longer felt sleepy. Hence, she called Luna, “Hey, I have made 1.3 million worth of profit today! So, hurry over and throw me a celebratory party!”
As soon as Luna heard what Abigail said, she knew Abigail had successfully sold the wedding dress. Well, she’s in the midst of a divorce with him. It’s good that she sold it to someone else.
Even so, curiosity got the best of her. Therefore, she asked, “Which unfortunate—Bah! Which magnificent customer has generously bought it?”
“Sean.” Abigail smiled wryly. “He bought it for Joan.”
Luna couldn’t help but screech into the phone, “Why did you still sell it?!”

Abigail couldn’t suppress the tears from welling up in her eyes. Still, she raised her head and struggled to hold them back. “Who cares? We have made a huge profit, haven’t we? That money alone can sustain our expenses for a year!” It was just that Abigail never expected that the thing that she had worked hard for three years would end up in another woman’s possession. Well, I can’t say I didn’t gain anything out of it, can I? At least I sold the dress for 1.3 million. 1.3… January 3rd, the day Sean and I applied for our marriage license at the City Hall. Then again, Sean probably has long forgotten about the date.
In the evening, Abigail did her level best to get wasted. Luna also drank the alcohol like a champ for the sake of keeping Abigail company. As a result, she passed out on the ground.
So, after sending Luna home in a cab, Abigail hailed another one and returned to the studio. However, halfway through the journey, she suddenly remembered that Sean hadn’t seen the divorce settlement. Thus, she figured that she had to go back, take it, and send it over. Hence, she immediately asked the driver to change their destination to the ‘home’ where she had stayed for three years.
After the driver pulled over at the apartment’s front gate, Abigail paid the driver and staggered her way into the building. As soon as she entered the house, a strong force pressed her against the door, followed by her lips getting domineeringly kissed by a man.
Although she was definitely wasted, the familiar scent and burning body heat that assailed her nostrils made her have the urge to burst into tears. His initiative and enthusiasm would have sent her on cloud nine if it was a few days ago.
Yet, all her passion instantly disappeared as soon as she remembered him showing up in the studio with Joan and accompanying her to try on the wedding dress before her eyes in the afternoon.
So, she raised her hand and shoved the man in front of her away with all her strength. Then, she wiped her mouth in disgust. “How desperate are you?! Did Joan not satisfy you enough?”
Sean had obviously just returned home as he was still wearing the suit from this afternoon. He stared at the woman in front of him with sullen eyes as he asked, “What about you? You said you were going to divorce me, right? So, why are you still here in the middle of the night? What’s the matter? You can’t stand the hardship of your current job?”
When she sensed the disdain in his words, she balled her hand into fists, which hung by her side, tightly. “The pay isn’t as great, but the suffering is really far from when I was working for you,” she said snappishly.
Then, she bypassed Sean, headed inside, and turned on the lights in the living room. After she grabbed the divorce settlement and the cards that were on the coffee table, she stuffed them into his arms and snarled, “I came back here to get these. I’m glad that you’re here. That way, I won’t have to make an extra trip tomorrow.”

This was the same price tag for a dress from an international designer and was clearly overpriced. However, the design wasn’t inferior by any means. It was said that the dress was designed more than three years ago, but it still looked beautiful.
Sean briefly glanced at Abigail dispassionately with his hands in his pockets and said casually, “Just as long as you like it. We’ll take it.” Then, he passed the card to the shop assistant. “Swipe it straight away. There’s no password needed.”
Filled with excitement, Joan gave him a huge bear hug. “Sean, I love you!”
Abigail looked away with an inexplicable discomfort in her chest. Just as she expected, a dress that was more than a million was peanuts to Sean. As long as it was something that Joan wanted, he would give it to her without any second thoughts.
So, Abigail nodded and gestured to the assistant next to them to process the payment. Yet, the assistant refused to take the card and cast her an anxious look instead.
How could she sell this dress? This was the dress Abigail designed for herself!
It would be a lie if Abigail said that she could part with it, but since she was getting divorced and there wouldn’t be any wedding for her, so what was the point of keeping the dress? Therefore, she chuckled lightly and said, “Didn’t Miss Smith already say that only a dummy will miss out on a deal?”
Furthermore, they would be making money out of Sean, which she would consider a fantastic deal. After that, only then did the assistant begrudgingly process the payment. Meanwhile, Abigail brought a stool for herself to retrieve the dress from the glass display window.
When it was time to try on the dress, Joan pointed at Abigail. “Will you help me put on the dress? I don’t need anyone else.”
Abigail reflexively stole a look at Sean. Is he going to let his yet-to-be divorced wife help his seamlessly integrated next wife try on a wedding dress? He’ll only allow it if he’s an idi—
Before the thought even finished running through her mind, she heard Sean say tenderly, “Sorry to trouble you, then.”
He stood under the shadow of the spotlight with his hands in his pockets. Light poured over half of him while the other half was covered in darkness, which made him look exceptionally tall. His features were elegant with a touch of regality and indifference that deterred others from approaching him.
Abigail sneered inwardly as a thoughtful smile spread across her face. “This is no trouble at all. It’s part of my job.” Trying on the dress is my job and handing over the marriage as well.

He threw a look at her from the corner of his icy eyes, and she interpreted it as a warning look. So, she held the wedding gown in her hands, gestured at him, and put on a professional, soft smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to serve your wife the best I can.”
…
The changing room of L.Moon was very spacious and there was plenty of space to fit two people. Abigail helped Joan into the wedding dress without even flinching.
The dress was made according to Abigail’s body proportion, and even though Joan had a very good figure, it was still a challenge to put it on her, especially when it came to the waist. It didn’t matter how desperately Joan held her breath and sucked her abdomen in, Abigail couldn’t pull up the zipper. Eventually, they both broke out in a sweat after a few tries. Out of wits, Abigail hastily went out and returned with a pair of scissors. Then, she crouched down, cut off a few locking stitches on the waistline, and somehow managed to pull up the zipper.
Finally, she straightened out the hem of the dress and tried to relieve the awkwardness in the air. “It will be fine once we change the size later.”
Joan checked out herself in the mirror. The dress was more elegant and beautiful than it was in the display window, and she appeared more sophisticated because of it. Suddenly, she looked down at Abigail who was busy smoothing out the dress for her. “How long have you known my husband?”
Abigail paused mid-action before standing up straight and raising her brows. “He said that he got the wrong person.”
Joan relaxed and looked less wary as she regarded Abigail through the mirror. “You’re right. He’s so busy every day and I doubt that he has the time to befriend a small shop assistant like you.” Abigail merely smiled, and Joan added, “It’s probably quite tough to work in such a competitive place. Do you get paid by commission?”
Abigail answered in a perfunctory manner while carefully adjusting the belt for Joan, “The job is alright, but I don’t get any commission.”
Joan’s eyes lit up. “Oh, are you the store manager?”
Abigail thought it over for a couple of seconds as she said, “You can put it that way.” Between her and Luna, one was in charge of the internal workings of the store while the other was responsible for the external affairs, so she could be considered as the store manager as well.
Then, Joan slowly bent down, fished out a business card from her purse, and said alluringly, “My husband kind of likes the designs by Alana and would like to order dresses from her for the long term for me, but I only want Alana’s custom designs. If it’s possible, will you help me set up a bridge between us and Alana? My husband is the president of Graham International and money is not an issue. Plus, I can help you get more customers, too.”
Irony washed over Abigail. Does Sean like my designs? Then, does he know that the designer he wants for Joan is the wife he despised and spent three years with?
She didn’t take the business card from Joan’s hand and said in an aloof tone, “Since your husband is so amazing, he should be able to contact Alana himself. Why don’t you ask him for this favor?”
Joan was furious as she didn’t expect a lowly store manager to reject her. So, she kept the business card away, saying sarcastically, “That’s true. I forgot that people of your station won’t have the chance to meet a well-known designer like that.” Then, she shoved Abigail out of the changing room and happened to bump into Sean who was coming over. Immediately, she put on a timid face, as though she was mistreated, and pouted piteously. “Sean, will you please get me someone else? She has a really bad attitude.”

Abigail immediately sobered up. “Wait a moment. I’m coming right now.”
Thus, she put on some light makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes at the speed of light, changed into a set of light and trendy suit fit for moving around, and went downstairs in her heels.
Suddenly, she caught sight of two familiar figures leaning against each other on the couch in the lobby. She paused, and the smile she prepared on her face disappeared immediately, but it was too late for her to leave now.
On the other hand, Sean frowned and jumped to his feet upon seeing her. Then, he marched up to her, grabbed her arm, and dragged her to a corner. “Abigail Quinn, your bravery knows no bounds! You even followed us here!”
Nonetheless, she simply pursed her lips and wore an annoyed look. Since they were in the midst of a divorce, she couldn’t be bothered to explain herself to him even though he had the wrong idea about her. So, she shook off his grip and put on a soft, polite smile. “Mr. Graham, I’m working now. Please watch your actions.”
His brows furrowed with impatience and annoyance. “Did I not give you enough money? Do you need to work here as a server?”
Abigail sneered in contempt. She had never kept it a secret from him that she was a fashion designer. If he had just paid a little bit of attention to her, he would find the sketches she was usually working on.
Alas, he didn’t love her, so he had never spared any thought on her. In all honesty, it wasn’t surprising that he would jump to the conclusion that she could only be a server after leaving him.
“We’re already divorced. So, you don’t have to feel embarrassed even if I’m working as a server. Aren’t you worried that Miss Palmer will get the wrong idea by acting like this?” We were married for three years in secret. I don’t think Joan even knows who I am, but he’s having a hushed conversation with me without her.
He caught a main point from her words, and his face turned stone-cold. “What divorce? What nonsense are you spouting?”
Abigail swept her pretty eyes over him. All he cared about that night was Joan and hadn’t even heard what she had said at all. Usually, he won’t come ‘home’ and it only makes sense that he hasn’t seen the divorce papers that I left behind. It’s my fault for overlooking this, she thought in annoyance.
Hence, she pried his hand away and did her best to keep her cool. “It’s okay. The divorce settlement will be sent to your office tomorrow. Remember to sign it!”

Sean had more questions for her but saw Joan trotting toward him from the lobby in her heels. She smiled sweetly, showing the dimple on her cheek. “What’s wrong, Sean?”
He immediately changed his tone. “Nothing. Why did you come over?”
Then, Joan leaned against his side like a meek little kitten and spoke in a soft, spoiled voice, “You’ve been here for so long, so I wanted to check out what’s going on. Do you know her?”
Then, he simply uttered coldly, “I got the wrong person.”
Three years of marriage, and I’m not even a stranger to him, Abigail sneered silently. Regardless, he couldn’t be bothered to argue with him as she wanted to leave right then and there. Unfortunately for her, Joan approached her while holding Sean’s arm. “It’s fate that you got the wrong person. It looks like we’re destined to be your customers,” Joan said in a considerate manner. “Will you please show us the wedding gown designed by Alana?”
Even though Abigail had given up on her relationship, she still couldn’t help but freeze momentarily. Is he really in such a rush? We’re not even completely divorced yet and he’s already ready to marry Joan?
The wedding gown that Joan mentioned was the only one that Alana designed in the past few years. It was also displayed in the most eye-catching spot of L.Moon all this time. The price was astronomical, and everyone knew that it was actually not for sale.
Every stitch of that dress was made by Abigail herself, all for the promise that Sean never planned to realize.
After a moment of hesitation, she led them to that wedding gown. As she watched Joan gasp in admiration and delight, she took a few steps backward, her face gradually turning solemn.
Joan pointed at the dress in the display window in excitement. “I want this dress!”
Sean nodded expressionlessly. “Sure, Try it on.”
The store assistant who was with them gently reminded them, “Sir, this dress isn’t meant for—”
Before she could finish, Abigail interjected. “We’re selling it, but the price is a little on the steep side. It’s 1.3 million.”
Joan looked a little hesitant upon hearing the price.

Abigail’s voice was crisp and clear, and her eyes were determined, but after she said those words, Sean’s phone started ringing. He immediately whisked out his cell phone, checked the caller ID, and frowned in concern before picking up. “What happened?”
She couldn’t hear what the person on the phone said, but he replied, “I’ll be right there.” Then, he left the bedroom without even so much as a glance at Abigail.
A snort escaped her lips, but she said nothing as she decided to forgo sleep for tonight. Then, she packed her stuff, printed out the divorce agreement, and swiftly signed her name. Then, she placed them on the coffee table in the living room along with a few cards and left their marital home.
Luna crossed her long legs as she leaned casually against the hood of the car and straightened herself. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets in surprise when she saw Abigail coming with just a tiny piece of luggage. “Are you serious? That’s all of your belongings?”
Abigail deftly placed her luggage into the car trunk and climbed into the driver’s seat. “All those are unnecessary things. At least, I’m free now,” she declared, pretending to be relaxed.
“Did you really divorce him?”
Luna still sounded doubtful, but Abigail shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m done with love and finally going to live my own life now.”
Luna didn’t question Abigail further. Instead, she turned the steering wheel and cursed, “Damn it. Sean Graham is so rich. You should at least get a few hundred million in assets for the divorce!”
Abigail pursed her lips indifferently. “His empire is his asset before marriage, and I have no interest in coveting that.”
Frankly, Sean was a generous person when it came to money. If their properties were strictly and legally divided, she would get way more than a few hundred million, but it was never money that she wanted right from the beginning.
Meanwhile, Luna hurriedly changed the topic the moment she fell silent. “It’s great that you finally divorced him. We have a stack of orders in the studio and my back is almost breaking from apologizing to our customers for the delayed delivery. You truly have perfect timing. Otherwise, it’s not fair for me to be the only busy bee! It’s gotten so bad that people are already thinking that I’m the sole owner of the studio.”
Abigail teamed up with Luna to set up their own fashion studio and named it L.Moon right after she graduated, which was an amalgamation of the last letter of her name and the meaning of Luna’s name, pronounced as ‘elle-moon’.
With the combined efforts of a marketing genius and a design genius, their studio took off quickly. Alas, when Abigail was at the peak of her career, she chose to marry Sean and became a housewife, leaving Luna to take care of L.Moon while she only came up with the designs. She essentially placed her career on the back burner all for the sake of an unhappy marriage.
Still, Luna succeeded in spending just a few years transforming L.Moon into a high-fashion private clothing designer studio using only her dedication and talent.

As the only designer and half-owner of L.Moon, Abigail was rebranded as ace designer, Alana, by Luna and was renowned amongst the upper class. Besides, it was a fact that she didn’t receive any monetary benefit from Sean as per their divorce contract. So, the next thing she had to consider was her livelihood.
Initially, she wanted to return to work at the studio and was stunned to hear from Luna that they had several delayed orders. “Didn’t I pass a lot of designs to you before this? Why do we still have delayed orders?”
Luna’s head throbbed at the mention of this. “You have no idea how difficult it is to please those upper-class ladies and celebrities. The designs should be different and so should the colors, so basically, we can only produce one piece out of every design. The designs you gave me last time were only enough for the previous orders. I got a little greedy and accepted a few more…” she trailed off, pinching her fingertips together to show a tiny amount. “Only a little more.”
“How many is a little more?” Abigail pressed on, highly concerned.
Luna chuckled sheepishly. “Only… sixty-six orders more.” Then, she paused momentarily and added in a voice much weaker than before, “Gowns.”
Abigail breathed in deeply at the absolutely outrageous statement coming out of Luna’s lips. At first, she was contemplating where she should stay, but from the looks of it, she should just consider staying in the studio. With sixty-six orders, she needed at least two months even if she could come up with one design a day. Furthermore, she had to compare the details and prepare the materials… Dear Lord, she already had a good feeling that she wouldn’t have any time to rest until the end of the year.
She slumped into the backrest of the seat and quickly realized that she had drawn too few designs in the years when she was married. “Luna, it’s been hard on you for the past few years.”
Luna answered nonchalantly, “Hey, what’s hard work between friends. Moreover, my work would be all for naught without your designs. Let’s work together from now, okay? Forget everything else, just the throng of fresh blood in the entertainment industry is better looking than Sean Graham. Not only are they good-looking, but they’re also talented!” At the mention of this, she couldn’t help but feel indignant. She had never been more serious in her life as she vowed, “One day, I’ll f*cking make that sc*mbag kneel in front of you and beg you to return to him!”
Abigail revealed the only genuine smile she had since yesterday. Unfortunately, when she heard that name, Sean’s face haunted her mind again. Yet, even though he was an absolute *sshole, he didn’t abuse her. So, in a weird way, he could have been way worse.
Plus, she knew full well that he only had Joan in his heart and couldn’t wait to get rid of her, whom he regarded as a mere pebble. Beg me to return? That’s impossible, she thought in exasperation.
Thus, she shot a glance at Luna as she asked, “Why don’t you look forward to something better for me?” Because a jerk like Sean is someone I never want to have contact with again, she finished in her head.
L.Moon was situated in the old streets of Pendorf. They started out from just one shop, but now it had spanned over several shops. In fact, it was more than four hundred square feet wide on the inside. They had hired about eight shop assistants alone just to maintain their clientele.
Luna rushed to a business meeting after dropping Abigail off at the studio and informed her, “A big client may drop by in the next few days. They would like to order a few custom-made gowns for their celebrities in the long term and booked the appointment a long time ago. I have to say, I feel a great deal more confident now that you’re here.”
“Oh, hush now. Stop worrying and just go. You can leave these things to me in the future.”
There was a special lounge on the second floor, and as soon as Abigail had unpacked her luggage and made a temporary accommodation for herself, she slipped into working mode after the assistant brought her the customers’ orders. It was only through this way that she could forget about her divorce for the time being.
She was finally finished with the urgent designs after working endlessly for three whole days. Once she was done, she immediately sent them to create the samples. Just when she was ready to get some rest, an assistant rushed upstairs and cried piteously, “Abigail, there’s a customer downstairs that we can’t handle.”

‘Your husband has cheated on you.’
When Abigail Quinn received the text message from her best friend, she had just taken an ovulation injection and was resting on the bench of the outpatient clinic, trying to suppress the piercing pain in her abdomen. Her hair was dark and her skin as fair as snow, but there was no trace of blood on her face now. Even so, that didn’t overshadow her stunning looks and passersby kept turning their heads to look at her.
Then, she inhaled deeply and tapped with a trembling finger, and opened the picture on her cell phone to take a look. It was a picture of Sean Graham holding a woman in a pink haute couture dress while walking out of a hotel. The man’s usually cold and stoic face looked tender as he lowered his head at the woman in the picture.
Abigail knew who that woman was, Sean’s first love, Joan Palmer.
After a while, she snapped back to her senses, searched for Sean’s number, and called him. She waited for a long time for the busy dial tone to end and the man’s aloof voice finally echoed from the other end of the call. “What’s the problem?”
“Are you coming home tonight?” Actually, she wanted to ask if he even wanted to return home.
Alas, it was clear that her call itself had already caused Sean to feel annoyed. Thus, after a few seconds of silence, he said impatiently, “Is there an important issue we need to discuss?”
Tears immediately welled up in her eyes, his indifferent voice stabbing her heart like a knife, but she expertly masked her sadness. “Did you forget what day it is today?”
They had been married in secret for three years, and except for that monthly coitus, they rarely met with each other. Today was their wedding anniversary, the day when he should return home. When they were in bed last month, he promised her that he would spend the day with her.
Unfortunately, he only cut her off and grumbled in annoyance, “I’ll be back later. Don’t worry.”
After that, she wasted no time hanging up. Abigail’s heart sank to the pits as she listened to the monotonous dial tone. Then, he threw back her head and composed herself by taking a few deep breaths. Finally, she called her best friend, Luna Smith, to come and pick her up.
Ten minutes later, sounds of hurried footsteps echoed from the other end of the corridor. The woman appeared cool and eye-catching as her clean-cut short hair dyed in blue with streaks of silver flipped along with her movements as she briskly walked down the corridor.
To Luna, the astonished looks that greeted her were no longer a surprise, and she raised her bushy brows as she went straight to Abigail. When she saw that Abigail’s face was so pale that she could rival a ghost at this rate, she felt sorry but couldn’t stop herself from reprimanding her in a hushed voice, “He’s living the life of his dreams with Joan. What’s the point of you taking the ovulation injection?”
Abigail hung her head without a word. Her marriage with Sean was not a happy one because it was his grandfather, Colby, who forced them together.
However, Abigail didn’t refuse the marriage when it was proposed to her and even secretly rejoiced because nobody knew that she had held a torch for Sean for many years. It was only after their marriage did she discover that Sean had a first love named Joan Palmer, and Colby thought she was not good enough for the Graham Family. That was why he used Abigail to make her give up.

As Sean was too embarrassed to acknowledge Abigail as his wife, they had kept their marriage from the public for the past three years. Nonetheless, Abigail didn’t care about that and thought that she would one day be able to melt his icy heart. She hoped that one day he would be able to forget Joan and genuinely want to spend his days with her.
Now that Joan had returned, Abigail realized just how silly she had been.
Once she arrived home, she took a shower and stared at the lingerie she had specially prepared for the night with a bitter heart. One more time, she told herself. Whether it’s for myself or for Sean, this will be the last shot.
In the middle of the night, a pair of big, cold palms carrying a little trace of humidity held Abigail by the waist. The man’s hot breath was right next to her ears, and she felt her body burning from the warmth. She blinked awake and raised her legs instinctively. Before she could do anything, Sean grabbed her ankles and swiftly pinned them down. Then, he rolled on top of her and hovered above her legs intimately.
Although her eyes were still groggy from slumber, she quickly realized what was happening. So, she laced her arms around his neck before raising her neck and arching her back to welcome him.
The man’s eyes swept over her clothes, and his breath raised a couple of degrees. “You called me back just for this?”
Abigail’s muscles turned rigid for a second, but she put on a smile the next second. “Yes. I just came up with a new position.”
Whenever they were together, she was always the one taking the initiative. The ovulation injections, supplements, and even sexual positions; as long as it was anything that could help to conceive, she was willing to give it a try.
When Sean was reminded that everything she was doing was only for the sake of having a baby, he lost all interest in continuing. So, he shoved her aside, drew out a piece of wet wipe from the bedside table, and started cleaning his hands slowly, thoroughly cleaning them as though he had touched something filthy. He didn’t miss any joints or nooks and tossed the wet wipe into the bin when he was finished. “You sent someone to follow Joan just because of this?” he asked with a cold face.
A stunned Abigail realized a few seconds later that he was speaking about the paparazzi who published his picture with Joan. Although he was asking a question, the certainty in his voice was as clear as day. So, he came back specially to redress his lover’s grievances, she thought. Her hot body felt as if a bucket of cold water had just splashed over it, and a chill traveled from the top of her head right to her toes.
A few minutes passed by in silence, and she rolled over and sat up. Then, she picked up her nightgown, slipped it over her head casually, and put on an emotionless expression on her stunning face. It was such an impressive contrast to the initiative and passionate woman in bed earlier.
She didn’t see the point in holding back her words as she said, “Yeah. It’s not my fault that you insist on keeping our marriage a secret while flirting with your ex-girlfriend. You’re such a hypocrite. Don’t even bring up the paparazzi with me. The reason I didn’t charge you for adultery is that I’m ashamed to be married to you!”
Her reaction startled him because he was used to seeing her as an obedient and understanding person. Never did he know that she could have such a sharp tongue as well. She masked herself very well, huh? he thought.
The veins on his temples popped, and he pushed her aside without warning. “Don’t use your crooked thoughts to judge Joan. She’s not like you.”
In his eyes, Abigail had always been an unscrupulous woman while Joan was forever innocent and clean. It didn’t matter that she had spent three years on him as it was nothing compared to a look from Joan.
I was truly blind and dumb to have loved him for so many years! When she was younger, she would ignore every jerk like him, but ironically, she had regarded him like a priceless treasure the whole time.
After a moment of silence, she raised her chin, and her brow quirked up in disdain. “I want a divorce, Sean.”