I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 189 I’m Your Husband

Abigail was sipping her soup. Then, she said in an impressively calm tone, “No. By the way, help me ask Kevin for his address. Don’t mention that it’s me asking. I want to send you guys a little gift.

“Okay…” Luna couldn’t understand why she wanted to send a gift to Kevin. Still, it was clear that her relationship with Sean was rather rocky at the moment.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. It’s been a long day.” Abigail remained composed and continued to sip her soup, making the sound of drinking audible.

“Okay.” Luna felt that she had also hit a dead end. Sean deserves it anyway. He keeps upsetting his wife every few days. He deserves to be ignored.

Abigail packed her luggage and changed to a better hotel that night after finishing her meal. She even went to sleep early.

Meanwhile, Sean was in a foul mood because he had planned to talk to her that night. Yet, she refused to answer any of his calls.

Kevin, who had been called to the bar by Sean, watched him drink with his chin resting on his palm.

“Abigail is ignoring me again. We shared a bed just last night. I can’t figure out what’s on her mind.” At this moment, Sean was still unaware of what he had done. So, he was restraining his anger and confiding in Kevin.

Kevin sighed and replied wearily. “If you don’t know, how am I supposed to know?”

“Drive me to the airport later.” Sean wanted to find out why Abigail was upset with him.

now will only make her angrier,”

want to go in person to try to appease her,” Sean

knew her well enough to know that she was generally

is angry?” Kevin asked, looking at

things carefully before saying, “If there’s

Joan again, did you?” Kevin

by ‘reconcile?’ Watch your words,” Sean

to Abigail. You got back

Abigail is my wife, he sees her as the bridge to contact

to deal with?” Kevin couldn’t help but feel that Sean was dealing with chewing gum. What kind of influence

the airport.” Sean stood

just tell Abigail the truth? Keeping this misunderstanding going isn’t good. She hates Joan from the bottom of her heart. If you don’t explain,

of my word. I won’t go back on my

where Abigail was staying, he knocked on her door for a long time

the hotel’s front desk.

up inside him tipped over the metaphorical cauldron. So, he called her but found her phone was turned off. Then, he tried calling her on WhatsApp. Alas, there was still no

tightly, grinding his teeth. “You’re

blanket in fright. By the time she came to her senses, there was a deep

angry shout echoed faintly outside the

her here, she was momentarily caught off guard.

door again when the door suddenly swung open with a loud whoosh, making his