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.

strictly and legally divided, she would get way more than a few hundred million,

beginning.

Shouldn't You Get a Few

breaking from

sole

to set up their own fashion studio and named it LMoon right after she graduated, which

'elle-moon',

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

few years transforming LMoon into a Chapter 2 Shouldn't You Get

private clothing designer studio using

talent.

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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 their divorce contract. So, the next thing she had to consider was her

to return to work at the studio and was stunned to hear from Luna that they had several delayed

of this. "You have

colors, so basically, we can only produce one piece out of every design. The designs you gave me last time were only enough for the previous orders. I got a little greedy and accepted

Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

Get a Few

"Only a little more."

is a little more?" Abigail

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sheepishly. "Only... sixty-six

voice much weaker than before,

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breathed in deeply at the absolutely outrageous statement coming out of Luna's lips. At first, she was contemplating where she should stay, but from the looks of 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 Lord, she already had a good feeling that

seat and quickly realized that she had drawn too few designs in the years when

what's hard work

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they're also talented!" At the mention of this, she couldn't help

revealed the only genuine smile she had since yesterday. Unfortunately, when she heard that name, Sean's face haunted

*sshole, he didn't abuse her. So, in a weird way, he could have been way

she knew full 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? That's impossible, she

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