Countdown to My Divorce

William reached out and pulled Rachel into his arms, his strong face full of guilt.

“I’m so sorry, Rachel. I should’ve protected you better. Howard is an asshole. I’ll talk to his father and get this straightened out!”

“I just want to sleep,” Rachel replied.

She felt completely drained, like the fire inside her had burned up all her energy.

“Okay,” he said softly. “Let me dry you off. You can’t sleep like this, or you’ll catch a cold. I’ll run to the store later and get you some new clothes.”

He helped her sit up against the headboard of the bed, but Rachel waved her hand. “Just give me the towel. I can do it myself.”

Just then, William’s phone started buzzing. Rachel saw the name on the screen: Samantha.

A mocking smile touched her lips. So, that woman couldn’t even wait this long. Unfortunately for her, she would still have to endure a little longer.

turned his back and

now. Did you call an ambulance? Okay, don’t cry. Just

up, he looked back at Rachel and hesitantly signed as he explained, “Samantha got into a car accident on her way home. It sounds serious, and she’s really scared. You know she has no family here. Who else

finish. She could already guess what he was about

hoped, she forced a gracious smile and said, “Go ahead. I’ll be

on his face was instant. He leaned down

door close behind William and let out a bitter laugh, closing her eyes for a moment. Samantha getting into an accident had left him so panicked that he had even forgotten about

was scared? What about Rachel? She didn’t have any family

toweled off her damp body. As she reached for the bathrobe, she caught sight of a white garment bag

was also a

the set. Scan

just from the tone, she