Countdown to My Divorce

Chapter 13

Rachel knew going to the hospital wasn’t an option.

What if the media caught sight of her like this–disheveled, drugged, with Tyler, William’s biggest rival, of all people? The scandal would spread through their circles before midnight.

It didn’t matter that Howard had spiked her drink. That spoiled heir would twist the story, claiming she had seduced him. And the Lewis family? They would gladly throw her to the wolves rather than clash with the equally powerful Ziegler family.

Slumped in the bathtub, Rachel shuddered. The icy water bit into her skin but did nothing to douse the fire raging inside her. If anything, it made it worse–the cold sharpening her awareness of every unbearable inch of heat. Her head spun; her body ached. She knew exactly how desperate her situation had become.

If it were Howard, she would rather drag them both to hell than surrender.

But if it was Tyler…

He was… tolerable. Better than the headlines screaming “Socialite Found Dead After Overdose“. Just the thought of that happening was terrifying.

Two warring voices battled in her mind, one telling her to ask Tyler for help, while the other told her no.

Tyler seemed impervious to women–all cold detachment and sharp suits. What if he really preferred men? Yet, compared to the other outcomes… one night with him was the simplest solution.

Rachel’s marriage to William had been a hollow shell for years. She wasn’t some blushing virgin clinging to virtue–not when he had shattered their vows first.

After thinking it through, Rachel slowly turned towards Tyler, who was sitting on the sofa outside and looking at his phone. “Mr. Hunt, could you help me?”

Rachel didn’t need a mirror to know how pathetic she looked right now. She was actually begging a man to sleep with her. But compared to William or Howard, she would rather it be Tyler. At least he didn’t seem like the type to cling to her afterward.

For a split second, surprise flickered in his dark eyes. He paused, the cigarette in his fingers hovering near the table as the overhead light cast shadows over his sharp features.

“Help you with what?” he asked.

Rachel met his gaze, embarrassed. Was a grown man like him really playing innocent?

Her nails dug into her palms as she awkwardly said, “You know… help me with this.”

Tyler rested his chin on his hand, watching her with dark, unreadable eyes. There she was–flushed, desperate, barely holding herself together in the bathtub–while he looked completely at ease, like a spectator enjoying the show.

The contrast was almost laughable.

tilted his head

brief moment, Rachel wanted to slap

but Tyler wasn’t any better. One was a spoiled heir who trampled over people because his family enabled

drug’s effects kept growing stronger, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she fought to maintain composure. She refused to completely fall apart in front of Tyler. She was sure if

and her tense body relaxed slightly. “Never mind. Just lend

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this point,

raised an eyebrow and asked, “Who? William? I

now.‘

can ask

you,

Unlike William’s other friends, he actually respected her–no ulterior motives,

needed relief, yes, but she also needed to survive this night. If only Tyler wasn’t being so difficult, she wouldn’t need

the Lewis family causing problems, I…

in the business world. If word of this got out, Rachel wasn’t the only one who would

air itself felt charged. Rachel tensed; she was poking a

“But my rates are quite high, Mrs. Lewis. Can

balance

his services, he would be the most expensive escort

you have?” he

“Two million?”

William designed for her, which helped her recover a bit financially. For one night, two million was

lips curled in amusement. “That’s

mouth fell open

did he think he

Every nerve screamed for contact. Right now, she would probably react to any man like a beached fish finally reaching

negotiating, Rachel gripped the bathtub’s edge and hauled herself up. If he wouldn’t help,

her back. Tyler pulled her flush against his chest

in the middle

with desperate need. But what surprised her more was the heat radiating from him–a raw, masculine energy that seemed to resonate

looked up at