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.

completion of half of her

sensed he might not be at the house and

again, it was Joan’s

She

series of calls,

driver pick you up over

acting like this and sneaking around with other women, then don’t force me to come back home! Whose time are you wasting? You can’t even stay overnight!

ever wasted your time? I have things to attend to. Can’t a little trust in our relationship?”

you have

go be with her, why don’t you

you talk abo Fine! Once I finish my business, we’ll go through with it! Since you don’t believe me at all, I don’t see why we should

you has no right to be trusted!” Abigail forcefully hung

anger.

thought, foolishly, that Sean really wanted to work on

of Cornelie,

biggest mistake she had ever made

up and planned to change her clothes and

then, Dahlia came in

I brought you some water. Have a drink,” Dahlia said gently, placing the beautiful glass pitcher on

it and

like coming downstairs for lunch, I’ll bring

thank you,” Abigail

to the table, poured herself a glass of water,

look, and after

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