I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 189 I’m Your Husband

Abigail was sipping her soup. Then, she said in an impressively calm tone, “No. By the way, help me ask Kevin for his address. Don’t mention that it’s me asking. I want to send you guys a little gift.

“Okay…” Luna couldn’t understand why she wanted to send a gift to Kevin. Still, it was clear that her relationship with Sean was rather rocky at the moment.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. It’s been a long day.” Abigail remained composed and continued to sip her soup, making the sound of drinking audible.

“Okay.” Luna felt that she had also hit a dead end. Sean deserves it anyway. He keeps upsetting his wife every few days. He deserves to be ignored.

Abigail packed her luggage and changed to a better hotel that night after finishing her meal. She even went to sleep early.

Meanwhile, Sean was in a foul mood because he had planned to talk to her that night. Yet, she refused to answer any of his calls.

Kevin, who had been called to the bar by Sean, watched him drink with his chin resting on his palm.

“Abigail is ignoring me again. We shared a bed just last night. I can’t figure out what’s on her mind.” At this moment, Sean was still unaware of what he had done. So, he was restraining his anger and confiding in Kevin.

Kevin sighed and replied wearily. “If you don’t know, how am I supposed to know?”

“Drive me to the airport later.” Sean wanted to find out why Abigail was upset with him.

Going to her now

to

he knew her well enough to know that she

she is angry?” Kevin asked, looking at

“If there’s something worth making her angry,

didn’t reconcile with Joan again, did you?”

mean by ‘reconcile?’ Watch your words,”

“Someone probably snitched about it to Abigail. You got back together with Joan

doesn’t know that Abigail is my wife, he sees her as the bridge to

but feel that Sean was dealing with chewing gum. What kind of influence is lurking behind Joan that makes

to the airport.” Sean

good. She hates Joan from the bottom of her heart. If you don’t explain, how would she

answer him. I’m a man of my word. I won’t go back on

hotel where Abigail was staying, he knocked on her door

front desk. Soon, he found out that she had

over the metaphorical cauldron. So, he called her but found her phone was turned off. Then, he tried calling her on WhatsApp. Alas, there was still

his phone tightly, grinding his

at 4.00AM. She was so startled from her sleep that she gripped her blanket in fright.

echoed faintly outside

expect him to find her here, she was momentarily caught off guard. Unfortunately for both of them, her surprise quickly morphed into