The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 233 Drop The Lawsuit

Abigail held her phone tightly, her face filled with a cold determination.

“Sean, if anything happens to my grandmother, I will ensure Kingston and Joan pay with their lives!” she declared, then forcefully hung up.

She had concrete evidence that was enough to ruin Joan’s reputation! Who would have thought that Kingston would stoop so low as to kidnap Analise?

As for trusting Sean… she’d rather believe that pigs could fly.

Abigail took a deep breath, calming her emotions. She then dialed Luna’s number.

“Hey, why are you calling me now? Is it because Grandma misses me? Tell her, as soon as I have the time, I’ll come visit…” Luna’s voice, full of warmth and affection, greeted Abigail as soon as the call/connected.

Abigail couldn’t help but feel her nose tingle upon hearing Luna’s voice.

She choked back her tears. “Luna, immediately cancel the lawsuit. Make sure the news spreads so that Joan finds out.”

“Why?” Luna’s voice, that was filled with excitement, now brimmed with anger. “They’ve done so many wicked things. How can we let them off the hook? Is it because of Sean?”

Mentioning Sean seemed to strike a chord, and Luna launched into a barrage of curses, sparing no aspect.

she turned her fury toward Abigail. “That rotten scumbag isn’t worth cursing. What’s wrong with you? You’re divorced already! Why are you still

“I’m not.”

hint of weariness. “Luna, right now, I want Sean and Joan to pay for

“Cornered? Is it…”

let Joan know as

for Luna to respond, she

didn’t want to seek Luna’s help; it was just that a

are you

had appeared at the door, her eyes devoid of any

look she gave him was one that someone would give

spine, and he somehow

when they signed the divorce papers, he thought it

reason to deceive himself. Abigail’s

“Abigail, I can explain…”

don’t need your explanation,” Abigail interrupted him, her voice incredibly cold. “There’s no need for explanations between us. If you truly want to

clenched her fists,

stood before her,

finding a needle in a haystack, it

have no choice but