Countdown to My Divorce

Annoyed, Yvette snapped, “What else…”

Smack!

A loud slap sounded along the corridor,

Tyler whistled, impressed by the sudden turn of events.

Yvette stared wide–eyed in shock at Rachel. “How dare you slap me! Rachel, have you lost your mind? How could you slap me?”

Rachel ignored the rage and shock in Yvette’s eyes. It had been so long since she had slapped someone, her hand was starting to tingle and

go numb from the impact.

Shaking her hand, she said calmly, “So what? Did you forget that you slapped me earlier? Of course, I had to return the favor.”

Yvette’s eyes widened further.

Something snapped inside of her and she transformed into an aggressive shrew from the boonies, looking nothing like the heiress of a wealthy family she claimed to be. She started shrieking at the top of her lungs, the sound resembling that of a dying cat.

“What right do you have to slap me? Rachel, who the hell do you think you are? All you did was take my place as the fake heiress of the Lloyd family for a few years! Do you really see yourself as the real heiress? You thief! You stole my life!”

Yvette pointed a finger

turn grabbed her wrist and

part of the Lloyds, I’m still the mistress of the Lewis household. What right do you

body shook with anger. She had fully expected Rachel to live in disgrace after being chased out of the Lloyd family, and not behave as

and ran his fingers through his tousled hair. Beads of water

leaned leisurely against the door frame, crossing his legs and tilting his chin at Yvette. “Hey,

lip and glared furiously at Rachel before

Rachel stumbled a few steps back, feeling as though all her energy had been

all your fault, isn’t it?” Tyler wrapped his arms

that might befall her if Yvette exposed the

+25 BONUS

for help to buy an outfit for her

sure you can wait till

don’t have a choice,” Rachel said with furrowed

“Shall I lend you the bathrobe

a brow at

Ding!