Countdown to My Divorce

“I’ve just finished some work,” Rachel said, her voice calm.

Samantha and William stood side by side, looking, like a couple. Anyone who didn’t know them would have assumed they were married.

Samantha glanced nervously at Rachel, fumbling for an explanation. “Rachel, I’m sorry. I was going to finish checking the data, but William said I should eat first. You haven’t eaten yet either, so why don’t you come with us?”

Rachel smirked.

Us, huh? It sounded like such a simple, friendly invitation.

Noticing the shift in Rachel’s mood, William stepped forward and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “She’s just came back from overseas and isn’t familiar with things yet. I happened to get a reservation at Moon & Barrel, your favorite place. Come with us.”

If Rachel hadn’t already seen through him, she might have been touched by his effort. But she wasn’t fooled.

Looking up at the man she had loved for seven years, her eyes were cold. “Really? Well, it’s too bad. I have a meeting with a business partner this afternoon. You should take Ms. Judd instead.

She wasn’t about to sit and watch them play their little games behind closed doors, all while pretending to enjoy the delicious food at Moon & Barrel.

William reached for her hand, his brows furrowed as he softly said, “Work will always be there. Your health is more important Don’t overdo it, okay?”

Rachel smirked, then pulled her hand away from his. “If Ms. Judd could improve her efficiency and take her work seriously, maybe I’d have less to do.”

Samantha stood quietly beside them, looking uncomfortable at Rachel’s words.

Rachel glanced at her watch, then turned to leave. Once she was outside the office, she took a deep breath. It was hard to breathe in the office with the suffocating scent of Samantha’s perfume lingering in the air.

She found a nearby spot to grab a quick meal, trying to shake off the tension. As she was eating, William sent her a message.

[Caleb just came back from abroad. There’s a gathering tonight, so come with me, okay?]

Rachel didn’t really enjoy these kinds of gatherings, but always went to support Will around, the other guys acted differently–more stiff and awkward. It was clear they she usually kept to herself.

But Caleb Spencer had always been kind to her, so she agreed to go this time.

[Okay.]

She knew that whenever she was t feel comfortable with her there, so

hadn’t submitted the revised data. But Rachel didn’t push. She

with some documents for her to sign. As soon as the door opened, a sharp

seriously want to stay in this place forever, can you? It’s bad

on projects more and not in

she was supposed to give you? She’s just over there putting on makeup. If you didn’t know any better, you’d

every time. When Mr. Lewis is around, she acts like she’s working hard. When he leaves,

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drinking coffee.”

With William backing, Samantha, she could sit around all day with her legs up and no one would dare say

and signed her name with swift

to stay this calm–anyone else would’ve

company, already by the car. As she opened the door, she saw him

he

at the bright roses for a moment before reaching out to take them. Then, she unconsciously noticed a

she replied, her

started driving toward the gathering. While one hand was steady on the wheel, the other

used to working overseas, where things move at a different pace. She’s probably still adjusting. Don’t be too hard

the Oasis Project and put together a data summary is being

to ensure the data gathered was correct. It didn’t matter whether the work style

William not realize how much he

voice. He sighed and

you first joined the company- nervous, unsure, still figuring things out. I was busy with work back then and didn’t have time to watch over you. You had to face a lot

wanted to give William an award for “Best Actor” when she left. Sh conversation. A man

pulling into the

not to continue with

no matter

it would be better than keeping them. At least this way, she could just give them to the staff when

soon as William got out of the car, he came around to Rachel’s side and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She could smell Samantha’s perfume on him. Frowning,

her discomfort, William lowered his head and asked softly,

it low–key,” Rachel replied, trying

kissed her cheek, smiling. “No, we’re going to let them