I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 51 You’re Not an Embarrassment

Abigail pursed her lips and gazed at Sean as well. She smirked. “Don’t say that about yourself. The whole team’s praising you to the high heavens, and tons of women are waiting to be You’re not an embarrassment; you’re the prize everyone wants.”

your bride.

He invested in the show and helped my grandma. There’s no need to cross him. Still, she was annoyed by Joan’s smug attitude, and she thought a sarcastic remark was more than warranted, given that she was still his wife.

Sean took off his pants right in front of her. “Are you one of those women, then?”

Hell no. I am not that kind of woman. Abigail thought he would at least have some shame, but he didn’t. He was being as brazen as he could. Coolly, she said, “Whatever you say.”

Sean was prejudiced against her. If she made any mistake talking to him, he would use it to label her as a whore who would sleep with him for money. It was just like how she was called a gold digger when she only wanted to happily marry him.

Abigail turned around and ignored him. She held up the file and put her ear against the door to listen to what was going on outside. There were a couple of designers still chatting since she could hear snippets of their conversation. That was annoying. It’s late. Why haven’t they gone back to their rooms? Even if they want to chat, they can do it in their rooms, can’t they?

was focused on the sounds outside, Sean suddenly

covered her mouth. Her design drafts fell to the ground, and her heart

closer and whispered almost coldly, “Don’t you

She pushed against the door and tried to

cut off by a kiss. Just then, Joan asked from outside the room, “Are

Sean?”

squeezed, but Sean gave her a cryptic look and let her

wouldn’t make a sound.

look he gave her. She crouched down and quickly picked up the drafts, then she shoved Sean away

door to the bathroom was closed, Sean wore his

on the bed rang, and Sean picked it up after he saw that it was from Joan. Without knowing it, he

come to the set.

Joan put on a beautiful smile for him. “It’s late. I hope I’m not interrupting. It’s been a while since I

on the wall, listening to Joan speak, and a smirk curled her lips. I’m the wife, and yet I’m looking like the mistress here. This is ironic. That Sean is

though it’s already this late? You could’ve come tomorrow. I wouldn’t have found

on the set and was only here to back her up. He prepared Ocean’s Heart and this manor, and

it for her.

could think about was Abigail so he didn’t listen to what Joan was saying,

You’re the best, Sean. I know you did a lot for me on this show, and I’ll do