I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 59 Break Me

Abigail slung her bag over her shoulder before returning to her own room. If the draft that I handed to Luna is gone, it probably means that we accidentally submitted them together. Abigail had made it a point to double–check the rules, and she knew that the investors would get the opportunity to get a look at the drafts first. They were the ones that would do the preliminary selections. In other words, Sean would know if the draft with the shoeprint was there.

Abigail gritted her teeth before she gave Sean a call. He picked up the call just a few seconds after she dialed her number. “What is it?” His voice was deep and devoid of much emotion. “Can we meet up for a while? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” Abigail tried her best to sound as gentle as possible since she was the one who had a favor to ask.

“Now?” Sean sounded slightly louder the second time he spoke. There seemed to be a hidden meaning behind his tone of speech. Abigail felt her cheeks turning warm. After all, she had been all stubborn with him just a day ago, and she was already going back on her word one day after.

“Well, if you’re not free now, then I can talk to you on the phone. I left a draft at your place yesterday—” she started. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Sean. How did you end up all the way in this part of the garden?” Joan’s voice came from the other end of the line, interrupting what Abigail had to say. “I have matters to handle. Goodbye.” Sean ended the call before Abigail had a

chance to finish her words.

left alone in the washroom. Her knuckles were white as she clutched her phone. She let out a sigh before turning to walk out of the washroom. Pursing her lips, she paced back and forth in her room for about 30 seconds. Then, a new look of determination surfaced in

where Sean

she made her way through the thick flower bushes. The path was windy, and she made multiple turns to get further into the gardens. She was just starting to feel anxious when she made the next

Abigail standing before him. He curled his

without any hesitation. “Are you looking at flowers?” She wasn’t necessarily trying to engage in small talk with him. Sean raised an eyebrow as he turned to glance at Abigail. “I’m surprised that

to her usual self. “Well, I do have something that I’d like to talk to you

relaxed today. Is it because Joan was having a secret meetup with him here? An inexplicable sense of frustration rose in Abigail’s chest as she lowered her

ask to meet me here. You’re the one who asked

of puzzlement in her gaze. “So, you were waiting for

was just standing around and looking at the flowers.” Sean was obviously just using Abigail’s own words to