The Spare Wife

Chapter 156 You Don’t Deserve Trust

Sean returned to his room and found Abigail in the shower. He decided to grab a book to read.

Just then, his phone started ringing.

When he picked it up, he saw an unfamiliar number, but one that he still recognized. He immediately answered, his voice lacking its usual coldness.

“Hello, why are you calling me?” he inquired.

“Do you know what happened to Joan on set? For Abigail, you left her, and now the crew is deliberately bullying her! She fell from high up and nobody cared about her!” The voice on the other end was seething with anger.

Sean clenched his phone. “Is she at the hospital now?”

“How dare you ask me that? Low should I know?” the voice shot back, furious.

“I’ll call the set and find out,” Sean said, letting the person vent their frustration. Then, he Cameron a message on WhatsApp.

sent

“Sean, if something happens to Joan, I’ll destroy you and myself!” The man then hung up at once.

Sean hurried downstairs without explaining his sudden departure to Dahlia.

“Why the rush…” Dahlia mumbled to herself.

Abigail emerged from the bathroom, but there was no sign of Sean. She assumed he was still downstairs.

neared completion of half of her sketches, Sean still hadn’t

sensed he might not be at the house

again, it was Joan’s

her room. She sent messages to Sean, but it was like shouting

of calls,

driver pick you

come back home! Whose time are you wasting? You can’t even stay overnight!

attend to. Can’t a little trust in our relationship?” Sean’s voice carried a hint

you have

earn my trust? Leaving me alone and running off to see your little fling? If you’re so eager to go be with her, why don’t you agree to Grandpa’s suggestion for a divorce yesterday? What gives you

Since

man like you has no right to

anger.

thought, foolishly, that Sean really wanted to work on their

of

mistake she had ever made in her

got up and planned to change her

then, Dahlia came in with a pitcher of

morning. I brought you some water. Have a drink,” Dahlia said gently, placing

glanced at it and thanked

don’t feel like coming downstairs for lunch, I’ll bring it up to you,” Dahlia

thank you,” Abigail

poured herself a glass of

after their eyes met, Dahlia went to the

I won’t be back for lunch,” Colby said,