Countdown to My Divorce

Chapter 30

“Don’t worry, Samantha. Rachel was just busy earlier. She said shell drink it later,” said William, quickly trying to calm her

down.

Samantha’s voice immediately softened, turning playful as she replied, “You’re just saying that. I didn’t see Rachel drink it! William, you’ve got to help me explain. I can be a bit awkward sometimes and might upset people without meaning to.”

Rachel’s skin crawled at Samantha’s sweet, almost flirtatious tone. At this moment, she almost wished her hearing had never returned, if only to spare herself from listening to Samantha flirting with William.

“Don’t worry, Rachel won’t be mad. She’s not the type to hold a grudge. I know her well,” Williamn replied.

“Then, make her drink the coffee!” Samantha’s voice was so bright and cheerful, like a little girl asking for something, making it hard to resist.

William held the coffee out in front of Rachel and leaned it closer to her lips. “You heard her–she’s apologizing sincerely. Surely you won’t hold a grudge against a young lady who queued for two hours despite her injured leg?”

Rachel’s brow furrowed. She had no desire to prolong this farce with Samantha.

gritted teeth, she hissed,

line for two hours. This is her sincere gesture. If you refuse, she’ll overthink

grip on the coffee cup didn’t waver, still hovering

he was rubbing salt into her wounds. But

unmistakably clear.

hurt anymore; she was just

pressed into a tight line as she shot William a frigid glare. Then, in one swift motion, she snatched the coffee from his hand and drained it in front of

“Happy now?”

way. “Don’t

it to you. But you’re the wife

and climbed into bed, pulling the covers around her. “I’m tired; I want to rest. Can

I’ll be back after my video conference,” William

the video

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