I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 217



Chapter 217

Chapter 217 A New Beginning

After filing their divorce papers, the two left the courthouse.

As soon as they appeared at the entrance, Cameron, who had been waiting outside, came over and ha

nded an envelope to Sean.

Sean took the envelope and held it out to Abigail. “Honey… This is the last time I’ll be calling you

that.”

Abigail had planned on refusing to take the envelope from him, but after hearing his abrupt comment, a complicated mix of emotions welled up inside her. As she stared at Sean, she felt both wry and sad.

“Alright,” Abigail said coolly as she took the envelope.

With pursed l*ps, Sean gazed at Abigail. After a long silence, he averted his eyes and said, “I’ve made

you

suffer a lot the past three years. When it came to both my family and our relationship, I disregarded you

r feelings and well–being. I want to apologize for that.”

Even Sean found the situation ironic.

Perhaps Abigail doesn’t want to listen to these meaningless words anymore. Maybe she’s been looking forward to the divorce for a long time now. I’m the only one who doesn’t wish to let her go. She has fin ally regained her freedom.

Abigail looked at Sean and said

impa*sively, “That won’t be necessary. From now on, we’ll go our separate ways.”

She could still remember just how happy she had been when she married him. She had loved him in se

cret, and whenever she looked at him then, she thought everything was worth it.

From today onward, those memories would all be relegated to the past. She was going to lock them up

and throw away the key–never to be revisited again.

Sean felt his chest tightening. He subconsciously loosened his tie before glancing at Abigail. “How do y

ou want me to deal with the incident involving your grandmother?”

“You don’t need to ask for my opinion. That involves you and your family. It has nothing to do with me,”

Abigail replied. Neither she nor Analise had the power to make any sort of request.

It wasn’t as if she could ask him to piss Lina off so that she would get a heart attack and end the hospi

tal too.

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have any more contact with each other.

Sean nodded. “Cameron, give Abigail a ride one last time.”

“No need,” Abigail rejected. “Luna’s waiting for me.

Cameron glanced tentatively at Sean.

Sean took one last look at Abigail before saying to Cameron, “Let’s go.”

When Abigail got into Luna’s car, she let out a long exhale.

Luna held her and said consolingly, “Congratulations on regaining your freedom. You can date

anyone you want now.”

Abigail leaned against Luna’s shoulder. “Yeah.”

Sean hadn’t said a word since he got into the car.

Cameron drove as carefully as possible, afraid that even a small bump in the road would displease

Sean.

All of a sudden, Sean instructed Cameron, “Continue to keep an eye on Kingston.”

“Got it,” Cameron replied.

Sean stopped speaking. All he could think about was the cold and indifferent look on Abigail’s face.

He didn’t choose to get a divorce just because of his grandmother. It was also because of Joan and Kin

gston.

In any case, he didn’t believe that a divorce signified the end of his relationship with Abigail. It could als

o be a new beginning.

That being said, Abigail’s suffering left him in a dismal mood, too.

After the divorce, Abigail went back to Ouisford for work.

Before coming over, she didn’t open the envelope Sean gave her.

Somehow, Lynette heard about Abigail’s divorce and was startled to find that the latter had immediately

returned to Ouisford to work.

“People really do work themselves to death. Why don’t you take a few days off?” Lynette asked Abigail

while sipping her drink.

“There’s no time. We need to hand over the gown by June,” Abigail answered.

Lynette nodded. “Has Lexie been pushing you too hard? If you don’t want to do it, the Pearsons can hel

p you.”

“It’s fine. This is my job,” Abigail replied indifferently.

“Can you not be so cold toward me, Abby? I really like you.” Lynette felt a little hurt.

“I’m not being cold to you.” Abigail thought she was being calm and pleasant enough.

Lynette was a Pearson, and Abigail didn’t like the Pearsons. She was already being cordial enough by

putting up with Lynette’s constant presence.

Lynette sighed. “Are you just like Josh? Someone cold on the outside but warm on the inside?”

“I’m not like Josh,” Abigail emphasized.

Lynette quickly nodded in agreement. “Yes, you’re right. I misspoke.”

Abigail was still resistant to having any sort of relationship with the Pearsons. Lynette was afraid of sayi

ng the wrong thing.

“Don’t you have work to do?” Abigail asked Lynette as she carried on with her sewing.

Lynette waved her chin in the air and said, “I don’t have to work. I’m the boss of three hotels in Capitali

s. All I have to do is collect my share of the profits every month and invest that money. I’m making mon

ey without even having to do anything. I can easily earn hundreds of thousands a day without needing t

o work hard like ordinary people.”

Abigail couldn’t understand what that was like. She didn’t even dare to dream of what it’d be like to ear

n six figures a day.

Lexie’s gown was the result of months of effort, and it would result in about 1.2 million in profits. To Abig

ail, that was already more money than ordinary people could save up in their lifetime.

Her shock and speechlessness made Lynette feel a little awkward. The latter quickly comforted her by

saying, “But my life is pretty meaningless. You live a far more meaningful life. You’re so talented, and s

o many people adore your creations. You’re way more incredible than me.”

Abigail remarked, “To an ordinary person, earning six figures in one day is a dream come true.”


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