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?”

on a hanger, feeling slightly offended by Sean’s comment. Her mind was already weary from a long day’s work, and she couldn’t figure out why Sean would ask her that. “Yep. What

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

“A stranger pricked me last time.

did it?”

handle it,” Sean calmly assured

involuntarily looked at him with a hint of

looked away, pretending to be interested in the dress, but her

elsewhere. She muttered, He’s going to sweep it under the rug because it’s related to someone named ‘Palmer.‘ She held the dress, finding

sure to get some rest. You’re working harder

before leaving the room.

She entered the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water. When she looked at her reflection, she frowned. She appeared vacant

the dress, she

hier groggy state the following day. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet, and

about to inquire about the

up. It’s me,

greeted by a pale Luna, which instantly alarmed her. “What’s wrong? Did you stay up

I got some sleep, but I found this in

weren’t looking.” Luna showed the voice recorder

room.

and examined it closely. “Did you

off. I checked the model, and it saves its file in a cloud system. We need a passcode

files,”