Countdown to My Divorce

Huh?

Rachel’s jaw hit the floor. This was her first time hearing someone ask to be stolen. Even the way it was phrased sounded strange.

Rachel knew she couldn’t outwit Tyler. The gears in his brain turned in a completely different way, and he always had a cutting remark at the tip of his tongue.

“I’ll go upstairs to get it,” she said.

Tyler watched Rachel’s back as she disappeared, his dog following suit.

At Lewis Enterprise, William and Samantha were out meeting a client after talking about Cecilia.

On the way, they bumped into Howard. Somehow, he didn’t look his usual arrogant self; he seemed less rough around the edges.

William remembered how Howard called him to inform him that Rachel was with Tyler, and that he didn’t have time to settle scores with him before.

William opened the door and hopped out of the car, making a beeline for Howard. He grabbed Howard’s collar, shooting the latter a vicious glare.

warning you. Touch Rachel one more time, and

since childhood. No matter what trouble he got himself into, he could always count on his family to

On the contrary, his usual arrogance

it weren’t for me, you’d still be in the dark about your wife and Tyler. How were things in there? Did Tyler have

words were bold; he showed no signs of restraint, the wicked smile on his face

usual calm and composed demeanor all but gone. The veins on his forehead popped, and he exuded a menacing air about

Howard’s collar and bit out angrily,

more than to

him lazily, unperturbed. “William, here’s a gentle reminder. Our families are currently business partners. Lay a finger on me, and I’ll pull

about to pull a punch, but immediately held back at

don’t have the guts Tyler has,” Howard

him. Howard couldn’t quite confirm that, though,

been at loggerheads with each other,

eyes, Howard slowly pried William’s fingers away

you should spend more time paying attention to Tyler and your wife. On second thought, perhaps it doesn’t matter. The