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.

sorry, Rachel! That’s not what I meant. I’ve always been by myself, you see. Now that you

then drew nearer to

wouldn’t mind,

smile on her face, not knowing

to let things go and

she brushed past

takeout boxes and waved a hand at

meat from the South Coast.

look on Rachel’s face froze as she

to try the food from the South Coast–it was

when she saw all the food

Rachel is exactly what I love to eat! This must be from the South Coast. I love the barbecued

William didn’t buy it from the wrong location.

was once again proven to be the one he cared

oblivious to the blunder he had made. He opened up the last box and said, “Sit down

ate slowly.

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

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