I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Abigail and Sean arrived at the restaurant Howard reserved that night. Howard was even more scared when he saw Sean. He
gave the menu to them and said nothing.
Abigail put the menu down and looked at Howard. “We’re not here to eat. I know you know that.”
Howard nodded, feeling dejected. Abigail leaned back on her chair while Sean looked through the menu quietly, not joining the
conversation.
“Have you reflected on yourself, Howard?” Abigail looked at him sternly. She spoke with no emotion in her voice.
“I did. If the worst comes to worst, I’ll resign and be a regular shareholder.” The other shareholders had been bombarding him
with messages. They had talked about it. If things didn’t work out well, he would have to resign, all so Alana and L.Moon could
continue providing designs for Fairy Meadow. Without Alana’s design, Fairy Meadow would go into decline fast.
The reason Fairy Meadow was well-liked was thanks to L.Moon’s great designs. Most of it was made by Abigail single-handedly.
Meanwhile, Abigail was a little surprised, but she didn’t show it. She nodded. “If things get that far, you will have to consider
resignation. Have you seen how the internet is lambasting you?”
“Yes,” Howard said quietly.
“All I can say is that if you want to run a brand for a long time, its key persons must not fall into any pitfalls. There will be people
spreading bad news. If you do something bad, it’s going to be exposed someday. The more successful a brand is, the more its
reputation will be ruined by scandals. It’ll ruin them.” Abigail just wanted to make sure L.Moon was fine. If Howard did anything
stupid like this again, she’d leave him for dead. After all, L.Moon had gained enough fame thanks to Fairy Meadow. They could
make a name for themselves.
“I know,” said Howard.
“Howard, since you made a good tweet, I’ll give you a chance. Give me your word that if you take bribes again, you’ll hand in
your resignation letter without us saying anything, deal?” Abigail prompted.
Surprised, Howard looked at her. A moment later, he tearfully said, “Of course. I promise I won’t do this again.”
“You keep saying you are under a lot of stress and you’re not like us. But tons of people in Capitalis have it rough, and they can
barely put food on the table. Some can’t even make rent. They have to crash on balconies and dark, dank basements. Ask

anyone. Most will tell you it’s the truth.” Abigail stated slowly. “You can’t keep looking at those better than you and complain.
Sometimes, you have to look to your lessers.”
Howard looked at her silently.
“You keep thinking everyone has it better than you, but do you have any idea how much they have to work for that success? I’ve
been doing designs for more than a decade, and L.Moon and Fairy Meadow only got their success lately. My decade of work
was the groundwork I put in, and it paid off.” Abigail didn’t like to brag, but Howard was just too in a hurry for success.
Sean looked at Howard and put the menu on the table. “She does designs every night after she comes. back from work and
won’t stop until she feels sleepy. What do you do at night?”
Howard didn’t say anything. He just looked awkward.
“Just order the food,” Sean commented. At this point, Howard would know what to do if he wasn’t stupid.
Abigail picked up the menu and went through it.
“I think this is fine.” Sean huddled closer to her.
“Why didn’t you order it?” Abigail asked.
“I’ve had it a couple of times, so you see if you like it.”
Abigail grunted, but she said nothing. I had no idea he had this twice. Must have been with Kelly.
Howard knew things were getting weird. He pursed his lips and made his order. After dinner was done, he scurried off.
Abigail came out of the restaurant and icily hailed a cab.
Sean followed her. “Are you mad at me?”
“You’re funny. Why should I be mad at you?” she snapped, displeased.
“You are mad. You were so icy back there. Howard got spooked,” Sean commented calmly.
Abigail harrumphed. “Whatever you say.”

“Because I said that dish was good? You thought I came here with Kelly, didn’t you?” Sean actually wasn’t dense this time.
“You’re overthinking it.” She frowned in displeasure.
“I don’t think I’m overthinking it,” he countered adamantly.
Abigail ignored him. A cab stopped in front of them, and Abigail went in and closed the door. Before Sean could get in, the driver
sped away, as per Abigail’s request.
Sean stood at the roadside, sighing, but then he laughed.
Abigail returned to the company and took her jacket off, then she lay on the couch, staring into the distance Why on earth did I
get angry? I wasn’t going to accept his love yet, but why did I get jealous because he had dinner together with Kelly? She was
reminded of what Sean had said, and she covered her face with her hands What an embarrassment. I got jealous of a criminal.
Am I mad? Abigail got up and went into the bathroom. She cupped a handful of icy water and splashed it on her face.