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?”

long day’s work, and she couldn’t figure

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

grunted and changed the subject. “A stranger pricked me last time.

did it?”

it,” Sean calmly

a hint of subtle

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

it under the rug because it’s related to someone named ‘Palmer.‘ She held the dress, finding the situation amusing and

sure to get some rest. You’re working

before leaving the room.

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

and some adjustments to the dress, she sewed a few patches to perfect

state the following day. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet, and she knew the show, if today,

to inquire about the visitor’s identity

“Open up. It’s me,

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

I found this in the couch crevices this morning. Someone must

we weren’t looking.” Luna showed the voice recorder and

room.

“Did you turn it off, or did

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

the files,” Luna