I Want a Divorce (Abigail and Sean)

Chapter 874 Let's Tie The Knot!

Abigail contemplated the food vouchers mentioned in the afternoon and the voting process, leading to a sudden moment of clarity.

"Are you still participating in the competition?" she inquired of Kevin with a smile.

"Undoubtedly, you are both in love, and I am yet to distribute the prizes for your Valentine's Day competition. There's no one more unfortunate than me," Kevin replied, then reminded the others.

"Who do you believe will prevail in the end?" Abigail asked Sean while she was observing the other ships.

She thought, Each boat possesses distinctive characteristics and appears quite impressive. There are small moons, small stars, and others.

"Josh is destined to emerge victorious." Sean asserted with confidence.

“Why?” Abigail did not perceive Josh's boat as visually appealing as Sean's.

Just as she concluded her speech, fireworks burst out from the boat. Despite the fireworks being controlled by a drone, the sight of them scattering and shaping into words brought a smile to her face.

Josh expressed a desire for Luna's health and well-being. Sincerity proved to be a potent tool.

As anticipated, Sean's assertion was accurate. The boat belonging to Josh garnered the highest number of romantic votes.

They remained on the boat until a late hour before separating to return to their respective homes.

This incident rapidly garnered widespread attention.

Upon returning home, Abigail took a shower, reclined on the bed, and perused her phone to review the online comments.

'It appears that romantic experiences are often depicted as exclusive to the affluent, leaving individuals like myself feeling akin to NPC.'

'The affluent individuals engage in elaborate romantic gestures to celebrate Valentine's Day, whereas the poor people search for discarded items near trash receptacles.'

'Today, I encountered a newly introduced cake priced at over 200 at a takeout establishment. I ripped it apart and consumed it immediately.'

Abigail perused the comments and responded with a smile. She preserved the video that had been recorded of her and proceeded to peruse the comments.

'I have been informed that tickets are available for couples at the event. From a logical standpoint, the boat with lovebirds may be perceived as the most romantic option. However, emotionally, my vote goes to the girl in the wheelchair.'

'The girl in the wheelchair reportedly experiences severe depression and has restricted mobility. Her boyfriend, who also comes from a wealthy background, is known to be genuinely supportive. If faced with a comparable circumstance, the affluent individuals I am acquainted with would depart expeditiously, akin to the swiftness of a dog.'

'In contemporary society, it is a rarity for individuals to face challenges collectively, a phenomenon more commonly found in fictional narratives such as fairy tales. If one becomes ill, the other will undoubtedly escape. Only individuals of high socioeconomic status can afford such companionship. Who would be willing to collaborate without financial resources? Is everyone making an effort, correct?'

'It is akin to suggesting that individuals of lower socioeconomic status are unworthy of long-lasting affection. I have observed individuals who, despite limited financial resources, continue to provide mutual support to one another. Promoting selfish behavior in oneself and encouraging others to act selfishly with you, huh?'

Indeed, a brief statement on Instagram has the potential to initiate a discussion.

Abigail closed her Instagram and glanced at the diamond ring adorning her finger. The diamond ring exhibited simplicity and elegance. Adorning her hand enhanced the elegance and slimness of her fingers.

"Is this ring not to your liking?" With a smile, Sean emerged from the bathroom and asked.

Abigail gently shook her head. "It is indeed very beautiful. However, I regret not having prepared a gift for you."

Today, she experienced emotions of being moved, joyful, and filled with inner happiness. However, when Sean was around, she felt she did not value him adequately. She reacted little when he made considerable efforts to be with her on Valentine's Day.

"Do you know, sometimes the intention behind a gesture holds more significance than the gift itself? Your current state of happiness suggests a genuine appreciation for the gift I have presented to you. I believe that's enough. Giving gifts can be viewed as a means to elicit a response from the recipient, correct? You reciprocated my affection, which I consider the most valuable gift." Sean's sole desire was her affection.

He thought, As long as she is content staying by my side and loving me, that would suffice.

"Let's proceed with the registration tomorrow. I am eagerly anticipating becoming your wife." Abigail expressed as she embraced Sean. "I have experienced losing you on numerous occasions in theUpstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

past. However, I am determined not to let you slip away from me again this time. I am reluctant to part ways due to any misinterpretations. Only marriage can establish a bond between us, preventing me from easily leaving due to a disagreement."

At that moment, Sean reminisced about numerous past occurrences.

Throughout the course of their relationship, spanning from marriage to divorce and subsequent reconciliations, they frequently found themselves on the brink of separation. On numerous occasions, Sean feared the permanent loss of her presence in his life. But he continued to grasp his affection tightly.

Sean closed his eyes, with tears welling up and his voice trembling. "In subsequent instances, kindly refrain from abandoning me once more. Okay?"

Abigail, on the verge of tears, nestled closely in Sean's embrace, whispered, "Shall we get married? Marriage symbolizes commitment. I will no longer exhibit stubbornness and will not abandon you to endure hardship alone."

Sean placed his hand on her head, his voice resonating with emotion. "Alright, you are accountable for me."

The couple agreed to marry in the afternoon, and Sean returned to Pendorf to collect the required documents.

During the morning hours, Abigail visited the hospital, informing Luna that she and Sean would be the first to marry.

"So soon?" Luna was surprised.

Abigail glanced at the ring adorning her finger, her lips curling into a smile. "Yes, let us engage in the task collectively." She looked at Luna, with her eyes gleaming.

Luna gazed at her with emotion and nodded slowly. "Of course."

They maintained a close friendship from their youth through their marriages and intended to collaborate on planning their future weddings.

Abigail knelt on the bed, embracing her tightly. "We will experience joy, Luna, and enjoy a happy lifetime."

Luna sensed Abigail's tears on her neck and softly comforted her by patting her shoulder. "Yes."