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

in turn grabbed her wrist and glared icily

this straight. Even if I weren’t part of the Lloyds, I’m still the mistress of the Lewis household. What right do you have to point

after being chased out of the Lloyd family, and not

through his tousled hair. Beads of water sprayed out

against the door frame, crossing his legs and tilting his

lip and glared

few steps back, feeling as though all her energy had

threw him a side glance before holding herself up against the door frame. “It’s all your fault, isn’t it?” Tyler wrapped his arms around his chest and joked, “You used your hand. I didn’t make you move your body.” Rachel was so embarrassed by Tyler’s salacious words that he didn’t dare to look at him. Her

the trouble that might befall her

+25 BONUS

to call the receptionist to ask a staff member for help to buy an outfit for

can wait till they deliver

don’t have a choice,”

drawled, “Shall I lend you the bathrobe

arched a brow

Ding!