The Spare Wife

Abigail remained silent, offering no response to Scan. She hadn’t prepared an answer yet. However, he showed no urgency. Thus, they walked hand in hand for approximately an hour. Eventually, she stopped as she was too tired to keep walking.

“Let’s go home. I’m tired.” She was even wearing heels during their walk.

“How about I give you a piggyback ride to the car?” he asked with a smirk.

Abigail instantly pulled her hand away from Sean’s as disdain was written all over her face. “It’s not like I can’t walk. Can you stop being so embarrassing?’

“I’m just worried you might hurt yourself. You have a trade show to attend tomorrow, right? You’ll have to stand for hours, won’t you?” His voice remained as gentle as before.

“I don’t know,” she replied blandly.

“Wait here, then. I’ll have the driver bring the car over.” He spoke while taking out his phone.

As she was thoroughly exhausted, she decided to find a place to rest while waiting.

“Next time, you need to wear comfortable sneakers instead,” he commented.

“I’m already used to it.” Abigail did not care about her image in the past, but ever since she became the head of L.Moon and had to attend all sorts of events, she eventually paid more attention to her appearance. After a few short months, she was now unable to forget about how she looked. She was used to getting dressed up before leaving home.

After messaging the driver, Sean did not say a word in response to her comments.

the place? According to his memory, she used to be so casual. When they were about to get married, he had gifted her numerous outfits, but she now seldom

settle over Sean. Gradually, numerous small memories reminiscent of those in their marriage came back to him. He was starting to recognize the extent of his deceitful behavior. He had only agreed to marry Abigail because he deeply loved

the car, she pulled out her tablet and looked at

the

at him. “What are you doing? I’m

we never got a divorce, would you have remained an unknown designer?” Sean asked, looking at

be a dutiful and

pushed his hand aside, saying, “I don’t

a year of constant work, she felt like the person she was back then was a completely different

about that woman I was a year ago, Sean,”

rose in him as he turned to look out the window. “You were an amazing woman, yet I forced you to

hesitated, wondering if Sean’s past

a hand over his chest and

while I’m working,” she

observed her. The waves of dissatisfaction and upset he felt kept crashing over him, but there was no way he could

watched Abigail enter the building, releasing a deep sigh. Although she had

Luna shared. Even during their

gesture of gratitude for his role in saving Luna. This realization left him

morning, Abigail was dragging her luggage out of L.Moon