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.

been by myself, you see. Now that you and William are by my side, I feel such an intimate sense of kinship, and I

then drew

mind, would

knowing what to say. Samantha

go

she brushed past Samantha

opened the takeout boxes and waved

come over and have some supper. I bought some barbecued meat from the South Coast. Didn’t

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

wanted to try the food from the South Coast–it was

when she saw all the food on the

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

of Rachel’s lips twitched. William didn’t buy it from the wrong location. He simply remembered it

one he cared most

oblivious to the blunder he had made. He opened up the

and ate slowly. Samantha, on

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

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