I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

hapter 53 For the Sake of Dignity

Sean was wondering how much of that was true, but Abigail was already standing beside the door. “Why don’t you check if the coast is clear? I would have to leave sooner or later.” She moved away

from the door.

Since she insisted, Sean said nothing more. He went to the entrance and opened the door, then he checked around and saw a few people standing nearby. They were Joan’s sycophants. Terrified of angering Sean, they scrambled back to their rooms.

Joan came out from behind them and tried to gloss things over. “You’re still awake? Um, I used their

bathroom, that’s all.”

Sean said nothing, so Joan went back to her room as well. Once the coast was really clear, Sean motioned to Abigail, telling her that she could leave.

When Abigail went past him, she said coolly, “We’ll be divorced sooner or later, Mr. Graham, and then you’ll have nothing to worry about anymore.”

Sean was about to say something, but Abigail had already left and closed the door, blocking her from his sight.

was filled with her scent. It was a faint scent. Not the smell of shampoo or hair wash, but the natural scent of her body. Like its master, the scent was ethereal and

back in her room, Abigail closed the door and leaned on it, heaving a sigh. Once I get back, I’m coming clean to Grandma. This

us bonded by force only creates hatred

Abigail was about to give Luna the drafts after washing herself up, but during the counting, she realized she was one

it. Is it

standing outside, dressed for the occasion. She looked gorgeous and charming, and she arched her

checking out what the theme of

if it’s

don’t have anything in my room. You came up with seven drafts last night, and that’s going to be the seven themes for the competition. You

and then she was reminded that she was shocked by Sean yesterday. It had caused her drafts to fall out of her hand. Her mind was in turmoil

at Sean’s room subconsciously. What kind of excuse

last night, but who am I

hot as a block

She frowned, frustrated.

bent over and huddled closer. “You seem troubled. Where

It’d be a hit

Luna into her room. Only in privacy did she have the courage to tell her what

“God damn. If you search for it now, he’s going

Maybe.”