The Spare Wife

Abigail moistened her lips, trying not to push Luna too hard even though she was anxious. Deep down, she sensed that Luna’s behavior was not solely due to relationship problems. She couldn’t help but feel that something was amiss, uncertain whether it was just her overthinking or if it stemmed from the pain Vincent had caused her in the past.

“If you truly have/issues with Josh, | won't interfere. | respect your decisions,” Abigail said softly.

Luna nodded and smiled as she set her glass down. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to clear my mind. Once | sort things out, I’ll explain everything to you.”

Abigail nodded in understanding. Luna mentioned about going on a trip and posted that she will only respond to messages or check her phone occasionally. When she has time, she will reply in the event of an urgent matter. As such, her replies will depend on her mood.

The months passed slowly, and thanks to Abigail’s reforms, L.Moon was on the right track by the time June rolled around. Wearing a mask and sunglasses, Abigail stood at the airport.

From a distance, she spotted a tall figure walking out of the arrival gate. It was a man who exuded calmness and composure. Beside Abigail was Xavien, who caught sight of Sean and couldn’t help but widen his eyes at the realization. “Is that Mr. Graham?”

Sean, dressed casually and seeming much gentler than before, garnered the attention of many people who glanced at him. They marveled at his appearance and admired his unique aura.

Abigail was about to respond when her phone,chimed. “Yes, that’s Mr. Graham,” she replied, taking out her phone to check the message from Luna.

Last July, Luna mentioned going on a trip. Since then, Abigail had not seen her return to Capitalis. Although the two women were in touch via phone calls, Abigail felt that they were drifting further apart.

Luna’s long-distance relationship with Josh lasted less than two months and ended in a breakup, leaving her whereabouts even more uncertain since then.

‘Ms. Quinn, what is your connection to the owner of this phone?’ Abigail felt a bit dizzy upon reading the message. She looked at the number and confirmed that it was registered under Luna’s name in another city.

“Yes, this is my friend’s phone. Where is she?’ Abigail’s breathing suddenly became tense. Just yesterday, they had a video call, and Luna seemed fine with no signs of any problems.

She’s encountered a little problem. I’ll give you an address. You'll have to come alone. Reading the message. Abigail furrowed her brow.

“What are you looking at?” Sean's voice came from above her head.

Abigail pocketed her phone and looked up at Sean. “Besides checking messages, what else can | look at? You've changed a lot in the past year and a half.”

“Really? I’m hungry, he said with a smile to her

“Why don’t you let Xavien take you out for a meal? | have something to attend to, but I'll come back and talk to you once I’m done,” Abigail said, reaching out to squeeze Sean’s hand before turning and leaving.

Sean was stunned.

Xavien was also taken aback. What is going on? They haven't seen each other in a year and a half, and she runs off after a brief encounter.

“Is she that busy with work?” Sean’s smile vanished as he turned to Xavien.

Facing the unfamiliar Sean, Xavien coughed and said, “Yes, she’s swamped. L.Moon’s business has expanded significantly, with two capable managers and several competent teams.”

“Alright.” Sean felt regretful. It was his first day back, and Abigail had already abandoned him for work.

Abigail dialed Luna’s number, and the call finally connected after several attempts. Abigail was too anxious to exchange pleasantries, demanding, “Who are you to her? Where is she now?!”

“She's at the hospital,” the woman on the other end of the line answered. “I’m her nanny. She fell this morning, and the baby is coming early.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“What... What baby?!” Abigail's scalp tingled. We haven't even seen each other in eighteen months, so whose child is Luna carrying?! Luna broke up with Josh ages ago, so whose child could this be?!

“I'm not sure. Please come over immediately. Luna’s condition is critical,” the nanny pleaded.

Abigail’s mind was in chaos. She asked the nanny to send her the address and booked a flight ticket thereafter.

What has Luna been up to in the past year and a half? Why was she pregnant? Whose child was it? Those questions lingered in Abigail’s mind as she arrived at the hospital where Luna was.

It was a small-town hospital with seemingly poor conditions, but it was far from the city and not suitable for transferring a pregnant woman in critical condition.

When the middle-aged nanny saw Abigail, she took a moment to observe the masked Abigail. It was perhaps due to the overload of information because she did not recognize Abigail as the famous Alana.

“Do you know when Luna got pregnant?” Abigail asked the nanny. “| don’t know. She came here six months ago and was already pregnant at that time,” the nanny whispered, Abigail nodded. “If you have something to attend to, go ahead. I'll take care of her here.”

“| plan to resign. Can you help her seule my payment for this month? That’s what we agreed on, but | didn’t expect her to fall while in labor suddenly. | don’t know who else to ask, so | had to call you,” the nanny apologized.