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.

quickly covered her mouth. Her design drafts fell

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

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

then, Joan asked

Sean?”

squeezed, but Sean gave her a cryptic look and let her go. He was sure

wouldn’t make a sound.

crouched down and quickly picked up the drafts, then she shoved Sean away

door to the bathroom was closed,

it up after he saw that it was from Joan. Without knowing it, he gently said, “What is

come to the set. Are you in your room?” Joan

Joan put on a beautiful smile for him. “It’s late. I hope I’m not interrupting. It’s

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

late? You could’ve come tomorrow. I wouldn’t have found out about it

anyone else on the set and was only here to back her up. He prepared Ocean’s Heart and

it for her.