I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 56 Did Something Alright

And now that’s the very reason this woman is mocking me. Abigail smirked. She quietly served the coffee to Joan. Only then did she stop whining. Despite her awkwardness, Abigail managed to get some of her measurements. Joan then languidly walked to the bathroom for a shower.

While she was doing that, Abigail went to a corner and texted Luna. ‘How’s it going on your end?‘

Luna texted a reply with three dots before adding, ‘Take a guess.‘ She could bluff her way out of any situation and praise Abigail’s designs to high heavens, but it had been years since she made a drawing, and her skills had deteriorated to nil. Even if she could make something, it wouldn’t be

outstanding, and that would be a hit to Alana’s reputation.

Even through the phone, Abigail could imagine the look on Luna’s face. She stood up and tucked the tape away, then she knocked on the door. “Miss Smith needs my help. Once you’re done, knoćk on my door. I’ll take the remainder of your measurements.”

Taking her measurements is not a top priority; the draft is. I need to get back and deal with the

draft first.

Joan said nothing but didn’t stop her. She’s giving me attitude? When they get stumped on the

design, she’ll be begging for my help.

as agreement, Abigail left the room

ask for the draft she left

she was too annoyed to come up

someone like Joan. That woman was not worth

hesitation, then she texted Sean and asked if

Sean didn’t answer.

long, or the camera might catch her.

and leaned on the cabinet beside her to change her shoes, and then she felt herself touching something that

in Sean’s room sitting on the cabinet, and she froze. I couldn’t even find it last night no matter how much I tried. Did he put it back? Abigail

she couldn’t clean off the mark. She couldn’t

in her room, calling Kevin. Anger was festering within her, but she held it back. “Mr. Stewart. We just want to take

with us, how should I carry

assist

Abigail were friends, so he put on a smile. “Oh, calm

there’s always tomorrow.”

once they had a rich backer, and now that Joan had Sean

spun

throbbing. “What did you promise me when you invited me, Mr. Stewart?” Just the thought of Abigail getting

with rage.

Sean doing letting that