I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

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 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.

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

and whispered almost coldly, “Don’t you get tired

flare right up to her head. She pushed against

by a kiss. Just then, Joan asked from outside

Sean?”

cryptic look and

wouldn’t make a sound.

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

to the bathroom was closed, Sean

rang, and Sean picked it up after he saw that it was from Joan. Without

come to the set. Are you

door and opened it, still holding his phone. Joan put on a beautiful smile

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

even though it’s already this late? You could’ve come tomorrow. I wouldn’t have found out about it if I

anyone else on the set and was only here to back her up. He

it for her.