They had been married for three years, and she had tried everything she could think of. She had undergone several medical examinations at the hospital, which only revealed a problem with her follicle development. She even took ovulation induction injections—so why wasn't she getting pregnant?

Suddenly, Abigail had a realization.

"Don't you know if I'm capable?" Sean's expression was grim.

Abigail raised an eyebrow. "If I knew, would I have struggled for three years without getting pregnant?"

"Is that the only thing on your mind?" He gritted his teeth; it was rare to see him so angry. In his eyes, she was only concerned with having a child.

They were divorcing because she couldn't conceive, and it seemed he believed she was using him solely to get pregnant.

Hearing this, Abigail froze. By the time she reacted, Sean had picked her up. She struggled, yelling, "Sean! You jerk! Let go of me!"

He ignored her and took out his car keys. A nearby black Land Rover's lights flashed. Before she could struggle further, he pushed her into the car. He followed, trapping her against the door. Then he kissed her.

She tried to avoid him, but the cramped space left her no room to move. Her back pressed against the car door, leaving her no escape. She raised her hand to slap him.

However, Sean was prepared. He caught her hands, raising them above her head and pressing them against the car door. His other hand reached around her back to unzip her dress. His scorching hands held her waist as he touched her soft skin.

It had been a long time since he'd touched her, and his desire surged. Even his breathing became erratic.

Abigail felt a chill, quickly replaced by the heat of his touch. Yet, her heart felt colder as tears welled up.

Sensing something was wrong, Sean slightly lifted himself. His voice hoarse, he asked, "Isn't this what you want?"

It felt like a slap. She felt exposed and humiliated. She murmured, "Yes. This is what I wanted."

She had yearned for his passionate embrace, dreamed of conceiving his child. Now, it felt like a cruel joke. In his eyes, she was just someone who only cared about sex.

She sneered, closing her eyes. "You can continue. Consider this my last gift to you before the divorce."

Noticing her disgust, Sean turned, opened the car door, and left.

Abigail remained motionless, staring after him. "When are we filing for divorce?" Her voice was icy.

Annoyed, he flung her hand away. "Tomorrow morning. Are you satisfied now?"

Chapter 26: Preserving Life Is the Top Priority

"I couldn't be more satisfied."

Seeing her disgusted expression, Sean turned and left.

After a while, Abigail got out of the car. There were few people on the lawn compared to the lively venue. She took deep breaths and wiped her eyes.

Damn it! What a jerk!

She walked slowly, picking up her purse, which she'd dropped while struggling with Sean.

Meanwhile, Kevin had been watching. Sean seemed at ease, but Kevin had to manage the crowd. Seeing Abigail squatting and crying, after a moment's hesitation, he walked onto the lawn and draped his coat over her.

"Uh… Sean asked me to give you his coat."

Hearing it was Sean's, she immediately pulled it off, stood up, and threw it back. "There's no need. It's dirty."

Kevin said, "Come on. Miss Smith said you caught a cold. If it gets worse, our collaboration might be ruined. This is my coat. Just put it on."

This time, Abigail accepted it, forcing a smile. "Thank you. I'll go find Miss Smith."

Kevin nodded, but cursed under his breath. Her smile broke his heart. He reminded himself not to interfere with his friend's wife.

As soon as Sean showed affection for someone, Kevin sought out Abigail. If he offended someone, he might be in serious trouble!

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