The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 243 The Power of a Present

Abigail stiffened up and glared at Sean, shouting, “I don’t want your life! I don’t care what you can give me. Let me go!”

Under the influence of alcohol, he clamped his hand firmly on her wrist, displaying a stubborn expression.

During their struggle, Abigail, wearing high heels, lost her balance and stumbled into Sean’s embrace. Seizing the opportunity, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately, intending to rekindle their connection.

Her body quivered as she was almost drawn into the intense kiss. However, her rationality prevailed, and she pushed him away, speaking slowly and deliberately, “We are divorced! You have no right to interrogate me over someone else’s present! Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to treat me like this?”

As/Sean began to sober up, he loosened his grip slightly. Abigail quickly pushed him away, demanding, “Stay away from me!”

However, he remained unmoved, refusing to budge an inch. Taking a few steps backward, she displayed frustration and wariness. Yet, her heart skipped a beat when she glimpsed the intense turmoil within his eyes. She hurriedly averted her gaze and discreetly hid her hands behind her back.

Sean couldn’t help but feel an intense ache in his chest as he observed Abigail’s actions. The pain was so overwhelming that it felt like a dagger piercing his heart, leaving him breathless. “Abby…”

“Sean, it’s over between us,” she stated calmly but coldly, her voice devoid of emotion. “I hope you can respect that and stop interfering in my life.”

“Abby.”

voice echoed from

when she heard Luna’s voice, sighing in relief. Sean felt the pain in his

stand in front of Abigail. “You’re drunk, Mr. Graham. I

she grabbed

hands on the sink to steady himself. His gaze turned cold when he looked at

returned to their table while Eric went to pay the bill. Luna tightened her hand around Abigail’s and

her head. When she saw Sean walking out of the bathroom, she continued, “Let’s go. We’ll message Eric

standing up while holding Abigail’s

the parking lot, looking down at the bracelet on her wrist. If the bracelet weren’t meaningful to her and

bracelet and

leaving, Eric,” Lana said with

safe,” Eric replied with a warm expression as he looked at

smiled and opened the car door

following day, Eric returned to Capitalis as

at the studio, Luna placed a stack of contract proposals on her desk and proudly exclaimed, “See? These are the orders we have after making a name

rich!”

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