The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 156 You Don’t Deserve Trust

Sean returned to his room and found Abigail in the shower. He decided to grab a book to read.

Just then, his phone started ringing.

When he picked it up, he saw an unfamiliar number, but one that he still recognized. He immediately answered, his voice lacking its usual coldness.

“Hello, why are you calling me?” he inquired.

“Do you know what happened to Joan on set? For Abigail, you left her, and now the crew is deliberately bullying her! She fell from high up and nobody cared about her!” The voice on the other end was seething with anger.

Sean clenched his phone. “Is she at the hospital now?”

“How dare you ask me that? Low should I know?” the voice shot back, furious.

“I’ll call the set and find out,” Sean said, letting the person vent their frustration. Then, he Cameron a message on WhatsApp.

sent

“Sean, if something happens to Joan, I’ll destroy you and myself!” The man then hung up at once.

Sean hurried downstairs without explaining his sudden departure to Dahlia.

“Why the rush…” Dahlia mumbled to herself.

Abigail emerged from the bathroom, but there was no sign of Sean. She assumed he was still downstairs.

of half of her sketches, Sean still

might not be at the

it was Joan’s

was in her room. She sent

series of calls, and finally, Sean picked

you can have the driver pick you up over there.” Sean’s tone was laced with a touch of

with other women, then don’t force me to come back home! Whose time are you wasting? You can’t even stay overnight! Are you in such a

have three days. When have I ever wasted your time? I have things to attend to. Can’t a little trust

you have

go be with her, why don’t you agree

all you talk abo Fine! Once I finish my business, we’ll go through with it! Since

to be trusted!”

anger.

that Sean really wanted to work on their

front of Cornelie, and didn’t divorce her despite

about him was the biggest mistake she had ever made

up and planned to change her

in with

brought you some water. Have a drink,” Dahlia said gently,

at it

I’ll bring it

you,”

Abigail walked to the table, poured

after their eyes met,

I won’t be back for lunch,”

left.

lunch and sat on the edge of the bed, planning to call a