Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 2

Abigail's voice was crisp and clear, and her eyes were determined, but after she said those words, Sean's phone started ringing. He immediately whisked out his cell phone, checked the caller ID, and frowned in concern before picking up. "What happened?"

She couldn't hear what the person on the phone said, but he replied, "I'll be right there." Then, he left the bedroom without even so much as a glance at Abigail.

A snort escaped her lips, but she said nothing as she decided to forgo sleep for tonight. Then, she packed her stuff, printed out the divorce agreement, and swiftly signed her name. Then, she placed them on the coffee table in the living room along with a few cards and left their marital home.

Luna crossed her long legs as she leaned casually against the hood of the car and straightened herself. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets in surprise when she saw Abigail coming with just a tiny piece of luggage. "Are you serious? That's all of your belongings?"

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Abigail deftly placed her luggage into the car trunk and climbed into the

driver's seat. "All those are unnecessary things. At least, I'm free now," she

declared, pretending to be relaxed.

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"Did you really divorce him?"

Luna still sounded doubtful, but Abigail shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm done with love and finally going to live my own life now."

Luna didn't question Abigail further. Instead, she turned the steering wheel

and cursed, "Damn it. Sean Graham is so rich. You should at least get a few hundred million in assets for the divorce!"

Abigail pursed her lips indifferently. "His empire is his asset before marriage, and I have no interest in coveting that."

Sean was a generous person when it came to money. If

get way more than a few hundred million, but it

beginning.

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my back is almost breaking from apologizing to our customers for the delayed delivery. You truly have

the sole owner of

it LMoon right after she graduated, which was an amalgamation of the last letter of her name and the meaning of Luna's

'elle-moon',

and a design genius, their studio took off quickly. Alas, when Abigail was at the peak of her career, she chose to marry Sean and became a housewife, leaving Luna to take care of LMoon while she only came up with the designs. She essentially placed her

few years transforming LMoon into a Chapter 2 Shouldn't

studio using only

talent.

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designer and half-owner of L. Moon, Abigail was rebranded as ace designer, Alana, by Luna and was renowned amongst the upper class. Besides, it was a fact that she didn't receive any monetary benefit from Sean as per

they had several delayed orders. "Didn't I pass a lot of

at the mention of this. "You have no idea how

different and so should the colors, so basically, we can only produce one piece out of every design. The designs you gave me last time

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"Only a little more."

many is a little more?" Abigail pressed

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"Only... sixty-six orders more."

in a voice much weaker than before,

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it, she should just consider staying in the studio. With sixty-six orders, she needed at least two months even if she could come up with one design a day. Furthermore, she had to compare the details and prepare the materials... Dear

designs in the years when

answered nonchalantly, "Hey, what's hard work between

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work together from now, okay? Forget everything else, just the throng of fresh blood in the entertainment industry is better looking than Sean Graham. Not only are they good-looking, but they're also talented!" At the mention of this, she couldn't help but feel indignant. She

genuine smile she had since yesterday. Unfortunately, when she heard

an absolute *sshole, he didn't abuse her. So, in a weird way, he

well that he only had Joan in his heart and couldn't wait to get rid of her, whom he regarded as a mere pebble. Beg me to return?