The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 184

Chapter 184 Who Is Sean Graham's Wife?

Abigail sat in the shop and watched the man emerge from the shadows before he slowly walked away. Although she had initially planned to call the police, she chose to watch him for a long time inside the place. She breathed a sigh of relief only after she confirmed that he had left.

That said, she still did not dare to return to her place. What if the man was waiting for her there? She had no idea what his intentions were.

The studio was about to close, and she couldn't stay here indefinitely. So, she took out her phone and decided to report her situation to the police, and patiently waited at the entrance for them to arrive. "It's best to have an emergency contact so that you can notify someone quickly if anything happens," the police officer, who was escorting her home, advised her.

Abigail quickly agreed and set Luna as her emergency contact.

We'll inform you once we have the results," the same police officer told her.

"Thank you so much." Abigail said as she nodded gratefully.

Fortunately, there was surveillance footage at the studio's entrance. So, it should be easier to identify the person based on the footage.

After she took a shower, she intended to give Luna a ring and inform her about what had happened earlier. However, when she looked at her phone, she saw that she had received more than a dozen text messages.

She had a bad feeling about this, but she read the messages nonetheless.

'You know who Sean Graham's wife is, right? Send her picture to me, and I will never harass you

anymore.'

'Where are you?"

'Are you serious? Do you think you can evade me for the rest of your life?"

What followed these messages was a series of threats. So, while Abigail was about to reply to the messages, she planned to send his phone number to the police. Unfortunately, she discovered that his number was a virtual number, and it changed each time he sent a message.

"Who are you?' Abigail replied to the last text, to which the other party responded with yet a new line, I don't mean any harm. Just tell me who Sean Graham's wife is, and I'll leave you alone. Otherwise, just you wait. There's no use in reporting to the police.

Abigail did not understand what was going on. Why would she know who Sean's wife was? Could

the sender be someone associated with Joan?

She held her cell phone and fell into deep thought.

Abigail had initially suspected that Joan was the cause of all her troubles, but after contacting Joan, it was clear that Joan had no knowledge of her being Sean's wife. So, the medical practitioner who claimed to have the last name of "Palmer" was not connected to Joan whatsoever.

With confusion and fear about who might be trying to harm her, Abigail called Sean, who promptly answered the phone. "Darling," he said, his tone carrying a hint of relief.

She couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't exasperated about their previous encounter. "Someone asked me who your wife is and if you've offended someone," she replied coldly.

He immediately became serious. "I'll handle this matter. Where are you right now?"

"I'm at an embroidery store in Quisford."

"Stay where you are, and don't wander around. Wait for me to come. Got it?" There was a sense of urgency in his voice. Soon, sounds of clothes rustling could be heard at his end.

"Is the situation that grave?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Sean's level of anxiety also caused Abigail to be involuntarily tense as well. "Listen to me." he reassured her. "No matter what happens, I won't let you suffer harm."

Abigail felt there was no need for him to say these words because, after all, he posed the greatest threat to her safety. However, since it came to her own life, Abigail still responded with a simple "okay." "Send me your location," Sean requested.

She replied with an "okay" again and shared her location with Sean after she hung up the phone. Still, did this mean he knew who was behind all of this? Meanwhile, he was on his way to the airport and decided to call Joan's brother. Although he repeatedly dialed the number, there was no answer at all.

Out of frustration, he gave Joan a ring, and she answered almost immediately.

"Sean, is there something wrong? You're calling me at such a late hour," she said.

Tell your brother that if he dares to harm anyone close to me, I'll sever all ties with him!" Sean warned.

"I don't know what you're talking about. My brother rarely contacts me—"

"Joan, you know well my feelings for you. Your family had better not cross the line!" He concluded coldly, hung up the phone, and tossed the device aside.

Abigail was extremely nervous and unable to sleep at all. When someone knocked on the door, her heart skipped a beat. She approached the door and was about to check who it was through the peephole when she heard Sean's voice from outside.

"It's me."

When she opened the door, she frowned and complained, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Before she could say anything more, Sean stepped forward and embraced her. "Did the personally come to meet you?"

She gently shoved him aside. "Let's discuss this inside."

person

Sean had no choice but to release Abigail. After she closed the door behind them, she changed into a pair of flip-flops and said to him, "Today, a man wearing a duckbill cap came to see After I refused to follow him, he texted me, asking who your wife was and whether you knew that

person."

"Is there any surveillance footage?" He couldn't be sure whether it was Joan's brother based on such vague descriptions.

"The police have already requested it," Abigail replied.