Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel watched Samantha struggle with the hand gestures, and couldn’t help but smille mockingly.

“You don’t have to go through all that trouble, Ms. Judd,” she said I can read lips. As long as what you’re saying isn’t too complicated, I can understand.”

Watching Samantha fumble around with awkward, clumsy motto was almost funny. She didn’t seem tired from all that flailing, but Rachel got tired just watching her.

Samantha stopped mid–sign and asked, “If you can read lips, then why does William always use hand signs with you?”

Rachel raised an eyebrow, not bothering to hide the dry look on her face. “You want to know?”

Samantha shoved her hands into her coat pockets and shrugged. Just curious,”

‘Well,‘ Rachel mused, ‘you asked.‘

“When I lost my hearing because of him, he went and learned sign language. But just because he was willing to do that, doesn’t mean everyone else around me has to. Over time, I got used to reading lips and picked it up myself. But he was worried that I might struggle with lip–reading, and since signing was quicker and easier for me, he just kept communicating with it.”

Samantha’s expression flickered between shades of anger and shock, and she dropped the topic quickly. “So, why are you here?”

“I wanted to talk about Cecilia.”

from her chair, her face full of

not me. Besides,” she added, sounding innocent at first–until she leaned in closer, her tone turning half–joking. “Cecilia saying those things

second, the cool

let out a soft, amused

capable you are.

you should end it. I’m asking you

blinked her big, innocent eyes and

is. Once he’s made up his mind, not even you, his wife, can

but it only flashed for

said something. I believe Mr. Lewis would

much credit! Are you saying I have more

desk, waiting for Rachel’s

couldn’t help

much to her, and besides, Samantha wasn’t wrong. She had to

you. That’s why you’re in a better position