The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 112 She’s Alana

When Sean received the files from Cameron at six in the morning, he wasted no time over the past two days gathering all the information he could. He opened the picture he had taken of Abigail’s notebook and meticulously laid out all the drafts Cameron had collected. She had sketched a multitude of patterns. Sean meticulously compared them to the patterns in Alana’s designs.

When he came across the same stork design, Sean placed his phone on the draft and examined it closely. The shading used by Abigail on the stork was strikingly similar to Alana’s style. He knew

that shading was a critical aspect of an artist’s talent, and no matter how gifted Abigail was, she couldn’t replicate the essence of Alana’s art in such a short time.

He concentrated tirelessly, searching for similarities between Alana’s and Abigail’s designs. As time

ticked by, he held up the final design. He scrutinized it to compare it to the ones in Abigail’s

notebook.

The design had an unmistakable smudge and was adorned with intricate rose designs. He recalled

taking a picture of a rose drawing in Abigail’s notebook the previous night, and it bore the same

shading technique as the final draft. Even though the final design had transformed the roses into a

3D representation, the core design remained unchanged.

away from the draft. He overlapped them all, and then, clutching his phone tightly, he got

followed Sean, expecting him to seek out Abigail. However,

elevator, they ran

elevator.

she hesitated momentarily when

are you going, Sean? The show starts today, and I’m feeling nervous. Can

in his hand, and when she realized they were

darkened.

short on time, Joan. You have a busy schedule, too. Head to the dressing room.”

could

say anything.

Sean’s eyes and knew he had a role to play. So, he prevented her from entering the elevator with Sean. “Miss

late for

convey her concerns about the impending failure of the show, but their planned. drama with Nina had not

nervous.”

Cameron said, “It’s alright.”

bustling with activity. The crew members were inspecting the runway, others were fine–tuning the live–stream setup, and the remainder were busy dressing

the moment he stepped out, Scan, who had been waiting patiently, grabbed his collar

ironed my suit,

him coldly and then got straight to the point. “You’ve hidden the secret well, Kevin. The