I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 57 Way of the Crooked

The draft was important for Abigail. She was surprised Sean would give it back to her, and it helped her with her predicament.

She tried to wipe the mark off, but she failed, so she quickly recreated it, muttering, “I’ll make sure nothing like this happens again.”

Luna felt a weight being lifted off her shoulders, and she sighed. “This is my fault. If I’d kept up my design work, I wouldn’t have dragged you down.”

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Abigail thought that the production team wanted to watch how Luna worked so she stood up, telling Luna to get ready.

with

Luna quickly sat up straight on the couch and spun her pen, then she picked up a draft. It was the dirtied one Abigail had set aside. Eh, it’s the same thing anyway. She quickly made some finishing

touches to the draft.

Abigail tucked the other drafts in her folder, composed herself, and opened the door, but when she was met with that woman’s eyes, her smile faded. “Miss Palmer? My boss is still busy at work. Do you need anything?”

Joan took on a warm attitude like she was a different person. “Oh, Abigail. I just wanted you to take my measurements, and I want to see what Luna’s doing.”

Noticing the cameraman behind Joan, Abigail swallowed her words and moved away. “Fine.”

Like a fangirl, Joan leaned on the door and waved at Luna like a lucky cat. “Just here to see you, Luna. So, how’s the… Oh, I see you’re done with your draft.” She was staring at the draft Luna worked on. The mark on it wasn’t that visible, but she knew that it was the mark left by her shoe.

I stepped on that paper on purpose before I left, so this means that Luna was the one in Sean’s room. That explains a lot of things. No wonder that lowly assistant took that attitude with me. So,

hooked

held her hem tightly, her nails almost digging into her

was a different story, but Luna

as

than once, and in front of Sean too. Did

that’s the case, then

Dec

his attention back then by pretending to

in her eyes, and when she spoke again, her voice was laced with iciness. “That’s

that Abigail can make about eight drafts of this level in an hour

looked away and blocked the camera, refusing to let Luna show off her skills. Then she looked

Luna’s session with the crew so Abigail couldn’t stay. She glanced at the draft that

holding.

much more cooperative. Abigail measured her shoulders, thereafter Joan looked at the cameraman and

feel unwell.”

once, Joan didn’t trip Abigail up. Instead, she played

the corner

hall. Abigail followed Joan inside and saw a

It was Sean.

him. They were in a private dining

Luna blurted

looked away. “Nothing. Did the shoot

her and said, “Not