Countdown to My Divorce

After all, one would remain calm if one didn’t care.

It was exactly how Rachel felt about William and Samantha right now; she didn’t care about them one bit. This was probably how an utterly broken heart felt.

Just as well–an amicable split was miles better than an ugly separation.

At night, when Rachel stepped out of the washroom fresh from a shower, someone barged into her room and gave her a huge fright.

She instinctively tightened her grip over the towel and heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Samantha.

The next moment, her brows furrowed.

“Ms. Judd, don’t you know that it’s basic courtesy to knock before entering someone else’s room?”

Samantha looked down awkwardly. “I’m sorry, Rachel. I forgot.”

Rachel released the hand clutching her chest and asked, “What do you want?”

“William bought supper and wants you to join us.”

Rachel hesitated for a moment. Samantha spoke as though she were the mistress of the house—as if Rachel was the guest Samantha was inviting for a meal.

anxiously, “I’m sorry, Rachel! That’s not what I meant. I’ve always been by myself, you see.

drew

mind,

forced a smile on her face, not knowing

decided to let things go and said, “Let’s go

that, she brushed past Samantha and left the

and

over and have some supper. I bought some barbecued meat from the South Coast.

on Rachel’s face froze as she stared at William, busy laying

wanted to try the food from the

lit up when she saw

exactly what I love to eat! This

corners of Rachel’s lips twitched. William didn’t buy it from the wrong

was once again proven to be the one he cared most about. Rachel didn’t stand

made. He

and ate slowly. Samantha, on the other

her still–flat stomach. She heard that pregnant ladies tended

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