I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 52 Someone Got There First

Sean walked Joan out of the room, but Joan noticed the corner of a paper sticking out of the cabinet beside the door. She adjusted her steps and took a glance from an angle and realized it was a draft. She was then reminded of the rumor she heard. They said the investor would be hiding among them, and if they wanted more screen time, they could find a chance to get closer to the investor.

Worried that the designers would go for Sean after they found out who he was, she hurried over once Cameron told her that Sean had arrived. Did someone get here before I did?

She looked at the draft, a hint of darkness flashing in her eyes. She then stopped in her tracks and turned to smile at Sean. “Your room’s decor looks different from ours.”

Sean gave her a sidelong glance, but Joan ignored him and quickly scanned the room. It might be different, but the room was still made up of a bed chamber and a bathroom. It was simple enough that Joan could see everything at once glance. The bed was connected to the ground, so there was no way anyone could hide underneath.

She then noticed that the bathroom door was closed. Sheepishly, she said, “My bathroom isn’t

working. Can I use yours, Sean?”

Most of the time, Sean wouldn’t refuse her requests, especially for trivial things like using the

bathroom.

coolly said, “No. You can ask the other models or designers. I need to

asleep.” Joan put on a look of distress. That was

and it always worked.

a sudden? Why? Did she notice me? Abigail held her drafts tighter, her heart racing. She was wondering

a minute. We’re not even divorced yet. We’re still married on paper. So,

“I’ll tell the crew

made up to check his bathroom, so she quickly said, “It’s alright. I’ll use my assistant’s bathroom.” She

peeking out of the cabinet and stepped on it

rich man. I know those b*tches would try to hook up with him, but I never

trying to steal my man from me.” She knocked on her assistant’s door and

fine. But once she

of relief. Refusing to spend a moment longer in this

got

you sure you

knob as realization struck her. Joan had noticed the existence of another woman in this room, and she wouldn’t stop until she found out who that woman was. It was

work. If they made a scene and created a story out of it for everyone, Sean might not help her get

at Abigail, his eyes deep as the sea. “It’s late, you got the wrong room, Joan came

draft tighter and smirked. “You’re saying I