Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel poured out all the hurt she had been holding inside to her mother. By the time she was finished, she was crying uncontrollably.

As she sat before the grave, she gently traced her hand over the cold stone- was still with her, just in a different way.

-as if doing so would make her feel like her mother

“Mom, I wish you were still here. At least I’d have someone to talk to. You’d be on my side, wouldn’t you? I don’t understand. He used to love me so much… How did it turn into this? Can love really change?”

At this point, Rachel didn’t even want to think a Samantha.

or William had seen her as nothing more than a stand–in for

But it didn’t matter anymore. The love between them had deteriorated so much, it was now unbearable.

After Rachel finally let out all her emotions, she realized that an hour and a half had passed. William, who had promised to be here soon, still hadn’t shown up.

To be honest, she didn’t expect much from him anymore. Whether he came or not didn’t matter.

She was about to get up and leave when her phone buzzed. It was a message from Cecilia.

[I gave the money to the person who helped you before. She says thank you.]

Rachel replied, [No problem. We were the ones who caused trouble for her.]

Rachel knew that anyone who could get close to Tyler had to be a high–level professional. Tyler’s investigation would surely shake up their careers; whether they would be able to stay in the industry was uncertain now. Asking someone for help in this way was like cutting off part of their future.

happened to see that Samantha had posted something on social media. Curiosity got the better of her, and she

being boiled, followed by a second photo of

the person’s face wasn’t visible,

It was William’s.

had added a caption to

the one I love every morning. He really

showed Samantha pointing at William’s

remained calm, but veins popped up on the back of

they couldn’t even wait for the last few days? Was William

ice?

have the time to make him chicken soup this morning, so he called Samantha to the house to make it for him. She didn’t

and slippers, standing in the very spot Rachel had stood so many times before, happily making chicken soup for William. He would be standing behind Samantha, his arms wrapped around

and William’s–memories Rachel could still see clearly, but now, there was someone else by his

there, but

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up her phone. After a moment of hesitation,

do you like how th

buy you plenty

I think Rachel’s are prettier. Hers