Chapter 98: Never-Ending Saga

The two lay apart in silence. Sean examined the teeth marks on his wrist, his brows furrowed in frustration. Abigail harbored many grievances but had no outlet. She couldn't blame anyone. Before marrying Sean, she never imagined their marriage would be like this—no love, only bitterness she had to swallow.

After a few minutes, Sean, thinking Abigail had calmed down, tried to hold her, but she kicked him again. Fuming, he turned away. "Forget about sharing my bed in the future!"

"Who wants to?" she retorted coldly. "As if I'm dying to." She wanted to return to her own room and avoid any intimacy with Sean. She didn't want him to suspect her of scheming to have a Graham child.

During their time together, Sean discovered Abigail's fiery temper. As the night deepened, Abigail finally fell asleep, exhausted from a long day of running around and enduring acupuncture.

Sean couldn't sleep. He wondered who was behind the plot against Abigail. Her social circle was small; this shouldn't have escalated even if she'd offended someone. The only possibility was that someone knew about his secret marriage and targeted Abigail through his grandmother, who desperately wanted a grandchild.

The entire hotel seemed asleep, except for Joan, who sat by the window, occasionally checking her phone. Just as impatience set in, her phone rang. She answered immediately. "Hey, what's the deal? What's going on?"

The voice on the other end sounded pleased. "Remember you told me about that assistant using Sean's wife to one-up you? Well, Sean's wife is having a tough time today."

Joy lit up Joan's face. "What kind of tough time?"

"I've been digging and discovered Sean's wife is infertile. Sean's grandma has been searching for doctors everywhere. So, I got a friend who practices traditional medicine to give her an acupuncture treatment. I bet she's in pain right now and wishing she were dead." The guy's voice dripped with vindictive satisfaction.

At this news, Joan softly asked, "Is Sean's wife attractive? Any pictures?"

"No pictures; his grandma was hovering. But don't get hung up on this. Remember why you're by his side." The guy's tone turned cold. "Joan, I've got your back if you're wronged. But you've got to step up too."

"Got it. Thank you," Joan cooed sweetly.

After hanging up, Joan stretched, a smile playing on her lips. Although she didn't know who Sean's wife was, she felt gleeful at the thought of her getting a taste of her own medicine.

The next morning, Abigail slipped back into her room unnoticed. She kept her health issue secret, even from the show's medical team.

That morning, Luna was surprised when Abigail knocked. "You're just taking one day off?"

"I only took one day off, and you acted like it's the end of the world. So, I'm coming back," Abigail replied with a grin.

Luna patted her shoulder. "Oh my, I was just worried we'd be found out. Come in, come in."

Abigail was pulled into the room.

"Yesterday, Kevin had a private chat with Damian and Victor. He said everyone involved would be kicked off the show. Can you guess what happened?" Luna looked eager.

Abigail raised an eyebrow. "Spill it."

Luna laughed mockingly. "They started pointing fingers! The person who bought the medicine claimed Damian asked him to, while Damian blamed Nina. Nina denied everything. Now they're launching another investigation."

Abigail wasn't surprised Nina was involved. As long as Alana was gone, their chances of winning improved significantly.

Seeing Abigail's silence, Luna added, "Take some time in a few days to look at houses. I've looked at some pictures; they seem promising. I haven't confirmed which one, so you'll have to check them out in person."

"Alright," Abigail nodded.

Just as Luna was about to continue, Abigail's phone rang. She answered, signaling Luna to be quiet. Luna leaned in to peek and scowled.

Note: I have removed the asterisks from the words "slpped" and "asistant" as the context suggests they are not meant to be censored. If there is another reason for using asterisks, please clarify. Also, I have made some minor stylistic choices to improve flow.