The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 170 I Have No Parents

Everyone knew about the close bond between Abigail and her cousin Sean, who regarded her as

incredibly important in his life.

He had even spent money to set up a trailer on the set for her, complete with electric heaters to keep

her warm during breaks, as he was concerned about her well-being.

Abigail hadn’t expected Sean to come in person and she was feeling a bit tired of the situation.

As members of the crew gradually left, Abigail and Sean entered the trailer. She took her seat and

asked him, “Weren’t you busy with the New Year’s Eve gala?”

“I’m done with that now, and I wanted to spend New Year’s Eve here with you,” Sean said in a gentle

tone.

He appeared casual on the surface but was secretly observing Abigail.

Abigail remained composed. “It’s better for you to go home. It’s New Year’s Eve. I wouldn’t want your

grandmother to call me and upset me.”

Sean knew that Abigail’s words were entirely valid.

“Regarding Eric’s situation… I don’t think it’s simple. Be careful when dealing with him on the set.”

Sean couldn’t help but offer a warning.

“After we finish shooting, we won’t have any chance to meet. You don’t need to worry about it,” Abigail

replied coldly.

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Sean leaned against a nearby table and asked Abigail, “About half a month ago, Alana personally

made a down jacket for him and had it delivered here, right?”

He clearly knew that Abigail was Alana, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask directly.

“What does that have to do with me?” Abigail asked with a sly smile.

“How could it not have anything to do with you? L.Moon’s assistant said it was your order. He’s a big

shot, yet he respected you, a little assistant,” Sean said ambiguously.

“Yeah. Josie will also be ordering a dress from our studio because of me. Josie likes me too. When the

time comes, I’ll divorce you and get into a relationship with her.” Abigail deliberately provoked Sean.

Sean stared at her intently. “What if it really is Eric? Your L.Moon will be finished.”

“Too bad it’s not,” Abigail said indifferently. She packed up her bag before asking him, “Is that all? I’m

leaving now. In my heart, you’ve completely ruined your image, and your credibility is non-

existent.”

Sean looked at her with disbelief. “You believe Eric but not me?”

“The facts have made me believe that he is innocent. You said that evidence is required for everything,

but where is your evidence? When you told me on the phone, I even asked him based on my

speculation, but he is truly innocent,” Abigail explained.

“There are so many coincidences in this matter…”

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“Sean, I don’t want to talk to you about these things. I shouldn’t have been entangled with the first

place. At most, you can avoid me until after the new year. If you don’t divorce me by then, I will sue

you,” Abigail said as her expression turned cold and determined.

“Do we have to do this?” Sean gripped the edge of the table tightly.

“I will talk to my grandmother about this. Your grandmother, on the other hand, is wishing very badly

that I will divorce you. I think the timing is right,” Abigail said, walked past Sean, and exited the trailer.

She appreciated Sean’s care during this period, but when she thought about it, wasn’t he just as

considerate and gentle toward Joan when he disliked her?

Joan’s present was her future.

Sean hugged Abigail from behind. “I will investigate this matter thoroughly. Please don’t bring up

divorce again. If you don’t accept my grandmother, I won’t let you two meet. Okay?”

“No,” Abigail said decisively.

“Abby… Honey.” Sean held her tightly and kissed her neck.

Abigail’s body trembled slightly. “Watch your actions! This is the set.”

He buried his head in her neck and asked, “What do I need to do for you not to be angry?”

Abigail didn’t understand why Sean still thought she was angry at this point.

“Let me go,” Abigail said wearily. “I’ve had a busy day today, and I’m very tired.”

Sean loosened his grip on her.

When Abigail returned to her hotel room, she locked the door, sat by the window, and looked out at the

snowy landscape. She felt empty inside.

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Sean had been good to her, and she was affectionate toward him, but she was afraid of getting hurt.

That night, Abigail couldn’t sleep.

Over the next few days, Sean was on set every day. He tried to talk to her, but she was distant.

On the other hand, Eric had resumed his morning runs together with Abigail.

“It looks like those warm clothes are working. Your hands have improved. How about your feet?” Eric

ran backward while smiling at Abigail.

There were tiny beads of sweat on her face. “They’re better too.”

Sean had helped her massage them, and after a few days, they had healed completely. Coupled with

the shoes he had bought, there had been no recurrence.

“That’s great. Your cousin is really attentive and capable. I felt helpless before.” Eric smiled as he

turned back to face the front and ran side by side with Abigail.

Upon thinking about Sean’s suspicions of Eric, Abigail smiled and said, “Meh, he’s not that great.”

She finished speaking and looked at the sky.

Eric glanced at her inquisitively, but when he turned his gaze back to the front, the feigned smile in his

eyes slowly faded, and it was replaced by a deep sense of sadness.

“I rarely see you call your family. Aren’t your parents urging you to come home for New Year?” he

asked all of a sudden.

Abigail replied with a faint smile, “I don’t have parents. I was raised by my grandparents.”

Eric abruptly halted, and when she turned around to look at him, he immediately caught up and said,

“I’m… sorry.

“It’s fine,” Abigail replied calmly. She had no memories of her parents and, therefore, no emotional

attachment or sorrow.