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.

carefully packed her favorite clothes into a suitcase, then glanced at the photo on her desk. It was from college, back when they were together. She stood in front, with William

he had for her. Yet, when standing face–to–face with the living

away. His face

William had given her, and the money

sat down beside her, his expression softer now, no longer the coldness from earlier in the day. He gently squeezed her arm, a touch

this? Are you planning to go somewhere?”

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

clothes I don’t need anymore,” she calmly

help but feel like

questions and instead grabbed the paper bag next to him. “I saw your favorite pastry and coffee when I was out buying gifts for the business partners. Samantha promised she’d bring your coffee

William would never have let her

habits.

pushed the bag away. “I’m not feeling well, 1 don’t want

take a sip,”