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.

meant. I’ve always been by myself, you see. Now that you and William are by my side, I feel such an intimate sense of kinship, and I made a

then drew nearer to

mind, would you,

a smile on her face, not knowing

go and said, “Let’s go

that, she brushed past Samantha

opened the takeout boxes and

have some supper. I bought some barbecued meat from the South

froze as she stared at William, busy laying out the

food from the South Coast–it was the

lit up when she saw

food you bought for Rachel is exactly what I love to eat!

lips twitched. William didn’t buy it from

the one he

blunder he had made. He opened up the

much appetite and ate slowly.

her still–flat stomach.

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