Chapter 53
The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon
Chapter 53 For the Sake of Dignity Sean was wondering how much of that was true, but Abigail was already standing beside the door. âWhy donât you check if the coast is clear? I would have to leave sooner or later.â 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 Joanâs sycophants. Terrified of angering Sean, they scrambled back to their rooms.
Joan came out from behind them and tried to gloss things over. âYouâre still awake? Um, I used their bathroom, thatâs all.â
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, âWeâll be divorced sooner or later, Mr. Graham, and then youâll have nothing to worry about anymore.â
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, Iâm coming clean to Grandma.
This marriage is over. Thereâs no trust between me and him.
Keeping us bonded by force only creates hatred and resentment.
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 couldnât find it. Is it in Seanâs 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. âLetâs go and get breakfast. Weâre checking out what the theme of the day is after that.â
âIâm missing one draft. Check if itâs in your room,â said Abigail.
Luna quickly answered, âNo way. I donât have anything in my room. You came up with seven drafts last night, and thatâs going to be the seven themes for the competition. You took them away after triple checking them last night.â
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 Seanâs 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. âYou seem troubled. Where did you lose it? Donât tell me itâs somewhere you shouldnât. Itâd be a hit to our reputation.â
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. âGod damn. If you search for it now, heâs going to say you did it on purpose.
Maybe.â
Maybe? Yeah, right. Heâs absolutely going to think I did it on purpose.
Without thinking, Luna paced around. âWe should tell the hotelâs PIC and get a key to sneak into his room and search for it.â
Abigail was speechless. âYou know whatâs worse than no ideas? Your idea.â
I can just tell him I want my stuff back. I am not going to âstealâ whatâs already mine.
Luna sat on the couch and stared at the ceiling. âI donât know if youâve noticed this, but you run into him, an unfortunate event always follows.â