Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel’s foggy mind snapped awake at the sound of William’s voice.

Her eyes flew to the door in panic. “Why is William here?”

“Well, looks like our deal’s off,” Tyler said with mock disappointment.

Rachel frowned. Was he seriously not worried?

He calmly buttoned his shirt and pulled the blanket over her.

When he moved toward the door, Rachel instinctively grabbed his sleeve. “What are you doing?”

If he opened that door now and let William see this scene, this wouldn’t just blow up in her face. Tyler wouldn’t walk away unscathed either.

“You think keeping quiet and hiding in here will stop him from coming in?” Tyler asked flatly, no trace of his earlier desire in his voice.

He had a point. Hiding would only make them look guiltier.

“With all the racket you’re causing, are you planning to announce to the entire hotel

darkened when he saw the other

Hunt,” Tyler cut

Hunt,” William immediately corrected

huh?” Tyler said dryly. “She’s inside. The doctor will be here in a

he strode past William

Rachel bundled tightly in

her, she flinched away, snapping,

from his touch. He assumed she was still shaken. After all, he knew exactly what Howard

off. “Okay, okay. I won’t

Ms. Lloyd here? I’m Yuvan Lane, the doctor Mr. Hunt called.” William nodded stiffly. “Yes. She’s in

then did Rachel realize that Tyler had already called for help. He had been toying with her the whole time. Heat flooded her cheeks. How could she ever face

a pill.

Rachel murmured as she

William walked Yuvan out, she overheard his hushed question: “Were there any signs that my