I Want a Divorce

Chapter 2

Abigail’s voice was crisp and clear, and her eyes were determined, but after

she said those words, Sean’s phone started ringing. He immediately whisked

out his cell phone, checked the caller ID, and frowned in concern before

picking up. “What happened?”

She couldn’t hear what the person on the phone said, but he replied, “I’ll be

right there.” Then, he left the bedroom without even so much as a glance at

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A snort escaped her l*ps, but she said nothing as she decided to forgo sleep

for tonight. Then, she packed her stuff, printed out the divorce agreement,

and swiftly signed her name. Then, she placed them on the coffee table in

the living room along with a few cards and left their marital home.

Luna crossed her long legs as she leaned casually against the hood of the

car and straightened herself. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets in

surprise when she saw Abigail coming with just a tiny piece of luggage. “Are

you serious? That’s all of your belongings?”

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Abigail deftly placed her luggage into the car trunk and climbed into the

driver’s seat. “All those are unnecessary things. At least, I’m free now,” she

declared, pretending to be relaxed.

“Did you really divorce him?”

Luna still sounded doubtful, but Abigail shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m done with

love and finally going to live my own life now.”

Luna didn’t question Abigail further. Instead, she turned the steering wheel

and cursed, “Damn it. Sean Graham is so rich. You should at least get a few

hundred million in a*sets for the divorce!”

Abigail pursed her l*ps indifferently. “His empire is his a*set before marriage,

and I have no interest in coveting that.”

Frankly, Sean was a generous person when it came to money. If their

properties were strictly and legally divided, she would get way more than a

few hundred million, but it was never money that she wanted right from the

beginning.

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Meanwhile, Luna hurriedly changed the topic the moment she fell silent. “It’s

great that you finally divorced him. We have a stack of orders in the studio

and my back is almost breaking from apologizing to our customers for the

delayed delivery. You truly have perfect timing. Otherwise, it’s not fair for me

to be the only busy bee! It’s gotten so bad that people are already thinking

that I’m the sole owner of the studio.”

Abigail teamed up with Luna to set up their own fashion studio and named it

LMoon right after she graduated, which was an amalgamation of the last

letter of her name and the meaning of Luna’s name, pronounced as

‘elle–moon‘,

With the combined efforts of a marketing genius and a design genius, their

studio took off quickly. Alas, when Abigail was at the peak of her career, she

chose to marry Sean and became a housewife, leaving Luna to take care of

LMoon while she only came up with the designs. She essentially placed her

career on the back burner all for the sake of an unhappy marriage.

Still, Luna succeeded in spending just a few years transforming LMoon into a

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high–fashion private clothing designer studio using only her dedication and

talent.

As the only designer and half–owner of L.Moon, Abigail was rebranded as ace

designer, Alana, by Luna and was renowned amongst the upper cla*s.

Besides, it was a fact that she didn’t receive any monetary benefit from Sean

as per their divorce contract. So, the next thing she had to consider was her

livelihood.

Initially, she wanted to return to work at the studio and was stunned to hear

from Luna that they had several delayed orders. “Didn’t I pa*s a lot of designs

to you before this? Why do we still have delayed orders?”

Luna’s head throbbed at the mention of this. “You have no idea how difficult it

is to please those upper–cla*s ladies and celebrities. The designs should be

different and so should the colors, so basically, we can only produce one

piece out of every design. The designs you gave me last time were only

enough for the previous orders. I got a little greedy and accepted a few

more…” she trailed off, pinching her fingertips together to show a tiny amount.

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“Only a little more.”

“How many is a little more?” Abigail pressed on, highly concerned.

* 62%

Luna chuckled sheepishly. “Only… sixty–six orders more.” Then, she paused

momentarily and added in a voice much weaker than before, “Gowns.”

Abigail breathed in deeply at the absolutely outrageous statement coming

out of Luna’s l*ps. At first, she was contemplating where she should stay, but

from the looks of it, she should just consider staying in the studio. With

sixty–six orders, she needed at least two months even if she could come up

with one design a day. Furthermore, she had to compare the details and

prepare the materials… Dear Lord, she already had a good feeling that she

wouldn’t have any time to rest until the end of the year.

She slumped into the backrest of the seat and quickly realized that she had

drawn too few designs in the years when she was married. “Luna, it’s been

hard on you for the past few years.”

Luna answered nonchalantly, “Hey, what’s hard work between friends.

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Moreover, my work would be all for naught without your designs. Let’s work

together from now, okay? Forget everything else, just the throng of fresh

blood in the entertainment industry is better looking than Sean Graham. Not

only are they good–looking, but they’re also talented!” At the mention of this,

she couldn’t help but feel indignant. She had never been more serious in her

life as she vowed, “One day, I’ll f*cking make that sc*mbag kneel in front of

you and beg you to return to him!”

Abigail revealed the only genuine smile she had since yesterday.

Unfortunately, when she heard that name, Sean’s face haunted her mind

again. Yet, even though he was an absolute *sshole, he didn’t abuse her. So,

in a weird way, he could have been way worse.

Plus, she knew full well that he only had Joan in his heart and couldn’t wait to

get rid of her, whom he regarded as a mere pebble. Beg me to return? That’s

impossible, she thought in exasperation.

Thus, she shot a glance at Luna as she asked, “Why don’t you look forward to

something better for me?” Because a jerk like Sean is someone I never want

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to have contact with again, she finished in her head.

L.Moon was situated in the old streets of Pendorf. They started out from just

one shop, but now it had spanned over several shops. In fact, it was more

than four hundred square feet wide on the inside. They had hired about eight

shop a*sistants alone just to maintain their clientele.

Luna rushed to a business meeting after dropping Abigail off at the studio

and informed her, “A big client may drop by in the next few days. They would

like to order a few custom–made gowns for their celebrities in the long term

and booked the appointment a long time ago. I have to say, I feel a great

deal more confident now that you’re here.”

“Oh, hush now. Stop worrying and just go. You can leave these things to me in

the future.”

There was a special lounge on the second floor, and as soon as Abigail had

unpacked her luggage and made a temporary accommodation for herself,

she sl*pped into working mode after the a*sistant brought her the customers‘

orders. It was only through this way that she could forget about her divorce

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for the time being.

She was finally finished with

the urgent designs after working endlessly for three whole days. Once she was done, she immediately

sent them to create

the samples. Just when she was ready to get some rest, an a*sistant rushed

upstairs and cried piteously, “Abigail, there’s a customer downstairs that we

can’t handle.”