I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 312 Are You Baiting Me

What Abigail found even more ludicrous was the fanfiction the netizens posted featuring her and

Sean…

Some of the stories were pretty R-rated. Abigail blushed while reading them.

“Is it too warm in here, Abigail? Why are your cheeks so red?” Abigail’s assistant asked while bringing some documents over.

“It’s pretty warm,” Abigail answered with fake composure. However, she hastily tapped her mouse a couple of times and minimized her Twitter tab.

Her assistant came over and placed the documents beside her. “Shall I lower the temperature?”

“It’s fine. Just get me a bottle of cold water, please.” The steamy scenes in the fanfiction Abigail saw made her throat a little dry.

It didn’t seem appropriate to be reading such things in broad daylight..

While her assistant left to get some water for her, she quickly closed the tab and forgot about. what she had read-focusing on her design work instead.

Just as Abigail started feeling dizzy from focusing on one thing for too long, her phone began buzzing.

She checked her phone and saw the notifications from Luna. Since they were only Twitter notifications, she didn’t respond to them.

Less than a minute later, Luna called.

Abigail sighed exasperatedly. Isn’t she away on a business trip? Why does she have so much time on her

hands now?

She took the call, but before she could say anything, Luna shrieked, “You were reading smut on Twitter during your working hours?”

did you know?” Abigail felt sheepish-as if her secret had been

You liked the fanfiction someone wrote. The screenshots your

felt like she had been struck by lightning. After blanking out for some time, she said, “I didn’t click the

read it? Luna

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scrolling past… I didn’t read it… I didn’t like the tweet!” Abigail felt. awkward. It was as if the entire internet was gawking

She had to pack her bags and move to

to help you. with that though. Of all the things you could’ve liked,

uncapped the bottle and took several gulps of water to calm

that Alana liked the smutty

work now. I won’t be heading into the office the next

say anything else about the

was feeling. The awkwardness could

her things and got ready

be coming into the office the next few days,” Abigail said while passing by her assistant’s desk. Then, she

difference if I unlike the tweet

experiencing a crisis like this. Her mind was a

up from her computer

shippers,

Abigail’s just being stubborn.

to flee her office. Once she got

She felt mortified.

about to drive home,

to take the call, but if she didn’t, she would seem even more like a coward. She didn’t want to seem

took a deep

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it?”

you want to release a clarification?”

immediately knew what