Countdown to My Divorce

Chapter 29

Rachel’s fingers twitched slightly against the documents she was reviewing.

Samantha hurried to explain, “Rachel, please don’t misunderstand! It’s just, given your current… delicate position, William can’t afford to show you favoritism. Imagine the gossip if people thought he gave you special treatment as his wife.”

Rachel withdrew her gaze with a quiet, humorless smile.

Right. Taking her along would raise eyebrows, but taking Samantha? Perfectly acceptable.

Rachel forced her thoughts back into order and said, “Go ahead. I email you the compiled files later.”

Samantha smiled brightly. “I knew you’d understand! I’ll get William to bring you coffee when we’re done.”

With that, Samantha bounced out of the room, leaving Rachel to chuckle bitterly. It was amazing how fast someone’s “severe injury” could heal when they wanted it to.

By the time Rachel finished organizing everything, it was already 10pm, and William hadn’t called her once. She took a cab back alone. With only a few days left before her departure, it was time to pack and tie up loose ends.

Upon returning home, Rachel’s first act was to sell the ring William had given her, along with every luxury gift he had ever bought for her. All of it went up on a secondhand marketplace. At this point, those items were just worth money to her. Nothing

more.

on her desk. It was from college, back when they were together. She stood

had for her. Yet, when standing face–to–face with the living man himself now, she couldn’t feel any of that. All she saw

William came back, he noticed the suitcase right away. His

William had given her, and the money was already being transferred

her, his expression softer now, no longer the coldness from earlier in the day. He gently squeezed her arm, a touch that felt strangely out of

all this? Are you planning to go somewhere?”

cou the things she had sold weren’t just material objects; it was

just some old clothes I don’t need anymore,”

help but feel like

and instead grabbed the paper bag next to him. “I saw your favorite pastry and coffee when I was out buying gifts for the

back a bitter laugh. In the past, William would never have let her drink coffee at night because of

habits.

“I’m not feeling well, 1 don’t want

a