I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180 The Significance of a Wedding Dress

“I’ve never liked her,” Sean emphasized.

“When I asked you why that wedding dress cost 1.3 million, you didn’t know.” Abigail looked into Sean’s eyes as her smile turned somewhat bitter. “That was our wedding anniversary, and that was the wedding dress I once told you about. Because Joan liked it, you had the studio sell it to her.”

Sean’s eyes trembled slightly.

Abigail looked away and continued, “The moment that wedding dress was sold, I let and embraced my new life.”

go of the

past

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sean’s throat tightened.

Abigail’s l*ps curled in a mocking smile. “Do you think it would have made any difference? Marriage is the union of two people, not one person’s affair, whether it’s a woman or a man.”

Sean never knew their marriage had silently grown into such a wide rift.

“You’ve never cared about me. That’s why you didn’t know anything” Abigail said calmly. “You didn’t know how hard I worked during our three years of marriage to make you notice me and care about me. You couldn’t see it, and you even mocked me.”

“Abigail…” Sean sat up straight.

“Do you want to apologize?” She turned to look at him, and her eyes were filled with mockery.

He understood that an apology wouldn’t change anything now.

“I know that an apology means nothing to you, but I still want to apologize to you for what happened in the past,” Sean said before reaching out to tightly hold her hand at his side.

Abigail didn’t respond. She didn’t want to accept the apology.

That night, Abigail stayed there to rest, and Sean stayed with her. With only one bedroom left, they had to squeeze in together.

After taking a shower, the two of them lay in bed, and suddenly, there was a sense of distance between them.

The conversation during the day had made Sean unable to touch Abigail as naturally as before.

They resembled a couple in a period of marital fatigue, silently facing each other.

“It was Laura who did all of this. She arranged for people to secretly take those photos behind our backs as revenge against you and me.” Perhaps feeling too stifled, Sean finally spoke.

“All right. I understand, Abigail replied in her usual calm manner.

The next morning, Sean left.

Abigail stayed with Analise for a week.

During breakfast, Analise asked her countless times, “Are you really okay with him?”

“Yes. You have to remember to take your insulin on time.” Abigail couldn’t help but change the topic back to her.