Countdown to My Divorce

Even Jim didn’t know about it.

How did Rachel know?

Did she send someone to spy on Yvette?

That must be it!

Yvette refused to admit the truth. Her voice a pitch higher, he screeched, “What nonsense are you spouting? I say, Rachel, William probably dumped you! That’s why he isn’t with you this time when he used to come with you every time you come here.”

Yvette covered her mouth as she cackled.

“I know! He’s probably with his childhood sweetheart. Why shouldn’t he? Should he keep you, a pitiful deaf, company instead? Bringing you out would be embarrassing for sure!”

Rachel’s brows furrowed irritably–she looked visibly upset by Yvette’s jab at her.

This was precisely the reason she usually preferred to avoid coming home.

She slowly approached Yvette and looked down at her, the disdainful look in her eyes striking fear in Yvette’s heart.

fingers, her gaze sending

she stuttered, “What…what do you want? This is the Lloyd household, not a place you can just run

a heart embittered by jealousy, thinking that your past was caused by me, I advise you to run back to where you came from. Otherwise, others in high society will

shook Yvette away, who stumbled a few steps

Rachel, hatred in her eyes, but she didn’t dare to cause

This damn woman!

acting like she was all that. How dare she behave

the house when Sasha suddenly stared at the staircase and greeted respectfully,

Rachel’s back stiffened.

Lloyd was making his way down the stairs slowly, his eyes narrowed and intimidating,

across the living room before finally landing on

of basic courtesy, she couldn’t just leave

around and calmly greeted

“Back here to visit?”

2D BONUS

“Yes.”

his way down and pointed at the couch