The Spare Wife

Chapter 53

Chapter 53 For the Sake of Dignity

Sean was wondering how much of that was true, but Abigail was already standing beside the door. “Why don’t you check if the coast is clear? I would have to leave sooner or later.” She moved away

from the door.

Since she insisted, Sean said nothing more. He went to the entrance and opened the door, then he checked around and saw a few people standing nearby. They were Joan’s sycophants. Terrified of angering Sean, they scrambled back to their rooms.

Joan came out from behind them and tried to gloss things over. “You’re still awake? Um, I used their

bathroom, that’s all.”

Sean said nothing, so Joan went back to her room as well. Once the coast was really clear, Sean motioned to Abigail, telling her that she could leave.

When Abigail went past him, she said coolly, “We’ll be divorced sooner or later, Mr. Graham, and then you’ll have nothing to worry about anymore.”

Sean was about to say something, but Abigail had already left and closed the door, blocking her from his sight.

Sean stared at the door, and he noticed that the air was filled with her scent. It was a faint scent. Not the smell of shampoo or hair wash, but the natural scent of her body. Like its master, the scent was ethereal and hard to capture. Frustrated, Sean went to the bathroom.

Once back in her room, Abigail closed the door and leaned on it, heaving a sigh. Once I get back, I’m coming clean to Grandma. This marriage is over. There’s no trust between me and him.

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On the next morning, Abigail was about to give Luna the drafts after washing herself up, but during the counting, she realized she was one draft short, and no matter where she looked, she couldn’t

find it. Is it in Sean’s room?

Just then, someone knocked on the door, and Abigail quickly opened it. Luna was standing outside, dressed for the occasion. She looked gorgeous and charming, and she arched her eyebrow. “Let’s go and

get breakfast. We’re checking out what the theme of the day is after that.”

“I’m missing one draft. Check if it’s in your room,” said Abigail.

Luna quickly answered, “No way. I don’t have anything in my room. You came up with seven drafts last night, and that’s going to be the seven themes for the competition. You took them away after triple checking them last night.”

Abigail scratched her head, and then she was reminded that she was shocked by Sean yesterday. It had caused her drafts to fall out of her hand. Her mind was in turmoil back then, so she hastily picked everything up and went into the bathroom. Did I leave one of them in his room?

Abigail glanced at Sean’s room subconsciously. What kind of excuse should I use to search his

room? We might have ended on cordial terms last night, but who am I kidding? Our relationship is

probably as hot as a block of ice.

She frowned, frustrated.

Luna bent over and huddled closer. “You seem troubled. Where did you lose it? Don’t tell me it’s

somewhere you shouldn’t. It’d be a hit to our reputation.”

Abigail took Luna into her room. Only in privacy did she have the courage to tell her what happened the night before.

Luna inhaled sharply. “God damn. If you search for it now, he’s going to say you did it on purpose.

Maybe.”

Maybe? Yeah, right. He’s absolutely going to think I did it on purpose.

Without thinking, Luna paced around. “We should tell the hotel’s PIC and get a key to sneak into

his room and search for it.”

Abigail was speechless. “You know what’s worse than no ideas? Your idea.”

I can just tell him I want my stuff back. I am not going to ‘steal‘ what’s already mine.

Luna sat on the couch and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but

you run into him, an unfortunate event always follows.”