Abigail called Luna and asked if she wanted to leave together. Luna's voice was muffled, suggesting she was busy. "Okay, you go ahead," she said. "I'll be back later Hey, stop it! You're making me shy!"

Abigail was speechless. She surmised Luna had spotted an attractive man and couldn't tear herself away. Luna was wonderful, except for her perpetual infatuation with handsome men—a habit she couldn't break.

"In that case," Abigail said helplessly, "I'll go ahead. I'll leave the driver with you."

"Okay," Luna replied, hanging up eagerly.

Only then did Abigail leave.

Chapter 27: Divorce

The next morning, Abigail dressed nicely and went to Graham International. Sean must have made arrangements; she only had to state her name to be escorted to the top floor.

"Mr. Graham is waiting for you in his office," said the person who knocked on the door before leaving.

Opening the door, Abigail saw Sean, still in his banquet attire, sitting at his computer, reviewing a document. He looked up, surprised.

After three years of marriage, this was her first visit to see him at Graham International.

She briefly glanced at him, then averted her gaze, placing the divorce agreement on his desk. "Sign this first."

Sean's face instantly turned cold. "Did you come here only for this?"

Abigail looked puzzled. "What else? I was afraid you'd be too busy, so I came in person. I have to work later, so please hurry." He'd already made arrangements, suggesting he anticipated this.

Sean, lips pursed, examined the document. He quickly flipped to the signature page, signing without reading it.

Abigail watched. Before he finished, his phone rang.

"Don't answer it," she said, gently holding his hand as he reached for the phone. "Just sign the documents first. It'll only take a few seconds."

He hung up and signed. She handed him the other copy. Gazing at his signature, she felt a strange sense of possessiveness, examining it several times before carefully placing it in her bag. He simply filed his copy away.

"Let's go," Abigail said, checking the time. "Rush hour is over. We can make it to City Hall in half an hour to get the certificate."

He wanted to speak, but seeing the hopeful look in her eyes, he felt any words were pointless. This was the day she'd longed for; any hesitation would seem like he couldn't let her go. He wouldn't allow such doubt. He rose, his face cold, grabbed his coat and keys, and left.

The significance of the occasion prompted him to drive himself instead of using a driver.

Abigail headed for the back seat, but Sean stopped her, pulling her towards the passenger seat.

"What's wrong with you?!" she exclaimed, slapping his hand away.

"Do you think I'm your driver?" he retorted, irritated by her protest about the pain.

Seeing his rare annoyance, she pursed her lips. He wasn't even pretending anymore. She obediently sat in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and looked out the window.

City Hall was on the way home, so the route was familiar. Knowing this was their last ride together, a wave of sadness washed over her. Despite her mental preparations, it felt like something precious was being taken away. She let the feeling consume her. Even a dog you raise for three years evokes attachment, she thought. I've invested my youth and effort for three years, but it all seems meaningless. Now, liberation has arrived, yet I don't feel happy.

They remained silent. At City Hall, Sean exited first and lit a cigarette.

Abigail was about to get out when her phone vibrated. She hesitated, then closed the car door and answered.

"Grandma?"

Analise's voice was cautious. "Abigail, where is your house?"

A gruff voice interrupted. "Lady, are you going or not? My car's waiting. If not, get out!"

Analise's voice was muffled. "Okay, okay. Let me ask where my granddaughter's house is."

"If you're senile, don't wander around! Do you have money for the fare? Get out!"

Abigail's heart ached. She opened the car door and jumped out. "Grandma, where are you?"

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