I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 713

Sean disregarded propriety and acted without hesitation.

Upon returning home, Scarlett immediately noticed the hickey on Abigail's neck as her daughter changed her shoes at the door. She turned to look at Sean, questioning him with her eyes and making a small gesture with her hands.

Sean nodded, embraced Abigail from behind, and kissed her ear. "We're doing fine. Don't worry."

Scarlett's cheeks flushed upon witnessing their affectionate display. "O-Okay. I'll have the staff prepare some food for you."

Abigail pushed Sean away slightly. "You're so clingy."

"Am I? Isn't that what love is?" Sean always had a smile on his lips.

Abigail turned to him. "All those sweet-nothings from your lips... Have you been eating honey?"

"I've been savoring your sweetness," Sean flirted.

Abigail touched her arm. "It's kind of uncomfortable. Stop it."

Sean laughed in amusement.

The family enjoyed a harmonious and happy atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Luna was in a foul mood.

She sat in the yard, with Charles quietly scolding her as he helped her plant flowers.

"You were supposed to ruin their relationship. Instead, you only brought them closer!" Charles was angry that Abigail and Sean's relationship had actually improved.

It seemed they had underestimated Sean's feelings for Abigail.

Luna dug the soil with a small shovel, her face indifferent. "How can you blame me? I'm her best friend. You know what our relationship was like before. If I upset her, she'll only seek comfort from Sean. She won't argue with me. And even if they do argue, Sean will forgive her."

He looked at her. "Do you have a better plan?"

Luna fell silent.

Charles wasn't in a hurry. Some things had to be done step by step. It would be worse if people caught on to the plan.

"I can't do anything!" She threw the shovel away in frustration and stomped towards the house.

She envied Abigail. If Abigail were in her position, would Sean still love and pursue her tirelessly?

Luna closed the curtains once she reached her room.

Then, she shuffled to her desk and retrieved a fruit knife from the drawer.

It was too painful. She didn't want to torment Abigail. The sight of the tortured look on Abigail's face caused Luna even more anguish.

If she died, she wouldn't hurt anyone anymore.

So, in the dimly lit room, Luna did what she had to do. As she watched the blood flow, she burst into laughter. She couldn't help but feel a weight lifted off her shoulders.

"Abigail... I'll leave Larry to you. I can't hold on anymore. I don't want to hurt you. It hurts me more when I hurt you. It feels like I'm suffocating in the air whenever I do."

Could a person really bleed that much?!