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."

generous person when it came to money. If

a few hundred million, but it was never money

beginning.

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studio and my back is almost breaking from apologizing to our customers for the delayed delivery. You truly have perfect timing. Otherwise, it's not fair for me to be the only busy bee! It's gotten so

the sole

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

'elle-moon',

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 career on the back burner all for the sake of

Luna succeeded in spending just a few years transforming LMoon into a Chapter 2 Shouldn't You Get a Few Hundred

clothing designer studio using only her dedication

talent.

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as ace designer, Alana, by Luna and was renowned amongst the upper class. Besides, it was a fact that she didn't

they had several delayed orders. "Didn't I pass a lot of designs to you before this?

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

we can only produce one piece out of every design. The designs you gave me last time were only enough for the previous

her fingertips together to show a tiny amount. Sun, 24 Sept Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

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"Only a little more."

little more?" Abigail pressed

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sheepishly. "Only... sixty-six orders more." Then, she

and added in a voice much weaker than

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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 she wouldn't

the seat and quickly realized that she had drawn too few designs in the years when she was married. "Luna, it's been

answered nonchalantly, "Hey, what's

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good-looking, but they're also talented!" At the mention of this, she couldn't help but feel indignant. She had never been more serious in her life as she vowed, "One day, I'll f*cking make that

since yesterday. Unfortunately,

abuse her. So, in

heart and couldn't wait to get rid of her, whom he regarded as a

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