I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 111 Voice Recorder

The first show was scheduled for the next day. Abigail took the dress to her room for final checks to prevent unforeseen circumstances. When she opened her room door, she was startled to find Sean sitting there.

He had returned to his company two days ago, so she assumed he wouldn’t be back so soon. His sudden appearance in her room rattled her already tense nerves.

“You seem surprised to see me,” he remarked casually as he put down her notebook.

Abigail used the notebook to doodle patterns for the dress, often finding inspiration at random moments. She hadn’t expected Sean to go through her notebook, especially when he had previously shown little interest in her work. “I heard you went back to work. Of course, I’m surprised to see you in my room,” she replied, quickly coming up with an excuse. She composed herself and held her dress up a little, then she went into the room and closed the door.

He glanced at the dress in her hands. “Is Luna having you check the dress instead of working on it

herself?”

“She wants me to check the details. She’s exhausted after working on it all day,” she explained.

He then turned his attention to her notebook. “Nice patterns. Did Luna ask you to learn this as

well?”

from a long day’s work, and she

acknowledged. “Many people don’t have talent, but hard

changed the subject. “A stranger pricked

did it?”

handle it,” Sean

at him with a hint of subtle mockery flickering in her eyes. However,

it. She looked away, pretending to be

‘Palmer.‘ She held the dress, finding the situation amusing and pathetic, and thought, If he refuses

sure to get some rest.

before leaving the room.

still stunned. She had expected Sean to stay longer, but it was just a brief visit. She entered the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water. When she looked at her reflection, she frowned. She appeared vacant and worn; even she was

some adjustments to the dress, she sewed a few patches

following day. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet,

the door, Abigail was about to inquire

“Open up. It’s

the door, greeted by a pale Luna, which instantly alarmed her. “What’s wrong?

in the couch crevices this

Luna showed the voice recorder

room.

“Did you turn it off, or did it run out

I checked the model, and it saves its file in a cloud

the files,” Luna