Abigail’s voice was crisp and clear, her eyes determined. But as she spoke, Sean’s phone rang. He immediately retrieved his cell phone, checked the caller ID, frowned with concern, and answered. “What happened?”
She couldn't hear the caller's response, but Sean said, “I’ll be right there.” He then left the bedroom without a glance at Abigail.
A snort escaped her lips, but she said nothing. She decided against sleep, packed her belongings, printed the divorce agreement, swiftly signed it, and placed it on the living room coffee table with a few cards. Then, she left their marital home.
Luna, leaning casually against the car hood, crossed her long legs and straightened. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Abigail approaching with only a small piece of luggage. “Are you serious? That’s all?”
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Abigail deftly placed her luggage in the trunk and climbed into the driver’s seat. “All those things are unnecessary. At least, I’m free now,” she declared, affecting a relaxed demeanor.
“Did you really divorce him?” Luna asked, still doubtful.
Abigail shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m done with love and finally going to live my own life.”
Luna didn't question her further. Instead, she turned the steering wheel and exclaimed, “Damn it! Sean Graham is so rich. You should have gotten at least a few hundred million in assets!”
Abigail pursed her lips indifferently. “His empire was his asset before the marriage, and I have no interest in it.”
Frankly, Sean was generous. A strict, legal division of their property would have yielded far more than a few hundred million, but money was never her priority.
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Luna quickly changed the subject. “It’s great you’re divorced. The studio has a mountain of orders, and my back is killing me from apologizing for late deliveries. Your timing is perfect! It’s unfair for me to be the only one working so hard. People think I’m the sole owner.”
Abigail and Luna had started their fashion studio, LMoon (an amalgamation of the last letter of Abigail’s name and the meaning of Luna’s—pronounced “elle-moon”), after graduation. With a marketing genius and a design genius, their studio thrived. However, at the peak of her career, Abigail married Sean and became a housewife, leaving Luna to manage LMoon while Abigail only designed. She essentially put her career on hold for an unhappy marriage.
Nevertheless, Luna, through dedication and talent, transformed LMoon into a high-fashion private clothing design studio within a few years.
As the sole designer and half-owner of L.Moon, Abigail was rebranded as the ace designer, Alana, by Luna, and became renowned among the upper class. She received no monetary benefit from Sean per their divorce agreement, so her livelihood needed addressing.
She intended to return to work and was stunned to learn about the backlog of orders. “Didn’t I give you many designs? Why are orders still delayed?”
Luna’s head throbbed. “You have no idea how difficult it is to please those upper-class ladies and celebrities. Designs and colors must be unique; we produce only one piece per design. Your last designs only covered previous orders. I got a little greedy and accepted a few more…” She pinched her fingertips together to indicate a tiny amount.
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“Only a little more?”
“Only… sixty-six more orders,” Luna chuckled sheepishly. Then, much quieter, she added, “Gowns.”
Abigail gasped at the outrageous statement. Initially, she contemplated her living arrangements, but now she realized she’d be staying at the studio. With sixty-six orders, she needed at least two months, even producing one design a day. Considering details and material preparation… she wouldn’t rest until year’s end.
She slumped back, realizing she’d designed too little during her marriage. “Luna, it’s been hard on you.”
Luna replied nonchalantly, “Hey, it’s all good between friends. My work would be useless without your designs. Let’s work together! Forget everything else—the new faces in the entertainment industry are better looking than Sean Graham. Not only good-looking, but talented!” Indignant, she vowed, “One day, I’ll make that scumbag kneel and beg you to return!”
Abigail smiled genuinely for the first time since yesterday. However, Sean’s face haunted her mind. Though he was an awful person, he hadn’t abused her; it could have been far worse. She knew he loved Joan and wanted rid of her, considering her insignificant. Beg her to return? Impossible.
She glanced at Luna. “Why don’t you wish for something better for me?” (Because I never want to see that jerk again, she thought.)
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L.Moon was located in Pendorf’s old streets, expanding from one shop to several, now over four hundred square feet, employing eight shop assistants to manage the clientele.
Luna, after dropping Abigail off, rushed to a business meeting. “A major client might visit in a few days. They want custom gowns for their celebrities and booked long ago. I’m so much more confident with you here.”
“Hush. Don’t worry. Leave it to me.”
A special lounge was on the second floor. After unpacking and settling, Abigail immediately began working after an assistant delivered customer orders. This helped her forget her divorce.
After three days of relentless work, she finished the urgent designs and sent them for sampling. Just as she was about to rest, an assistant rushed upstairs, crying, “Abigail, we have a customer downstairs we can’t handle.”