Countdown to My Divorce

William’s hand froze mid–air as the corner of his lips twitched.

He was suddenly at a loss for words.

Like a mediator, Samantha tried to smooth things over.

“Rachel, it was probably an honest mistake on William’s part. Dont get mad at him. He just bought food from the wrong restaurant. I’m quite free now, so I can buy what you like for you.”

With that, Samantha put her fork down at once and grabbed her phone, making a move to leave.

She made sure to remind William, “Stay here and keep Rachel company at home. I’ll go get the food. Rachel, text me the dishes you like.”

Before Rachel could respond, William stood up to grab Samantha’s wrist. His eyes turned dark as he said with displeasure,” There’s no need for you to go! How is the barbecued meat from the South Coast and North Coast different? You probably won’t be able to buy any food at this hour, anyway. I’ll buy it for her

nother time.”

“William, don’t worry about me,” Samantha insisted. “Rachel wants it. She has been a great help at work, and it’s time for me to repay her kindness. Please, just let me go.”

“It’s so late! It’s too dangerous for a lady like you to be out there alone.”

Rachel saw the tense muscles in William’s jaw, betraying the anxiety he

was

She couldn’t hold back

on an act before her? She hadn’t uttered a word, and she certainly did not

they being all

Hi

a

you

to

go

not have William go

as he tried to suppress the anger rising in his chest. “Must you have it at this hour? Can’t you

tilted her chin at

who insisted on

“This has nothing

it of my own accord.

in William’s eyes. “I’ve made myself clear. It’s

just discharged from the hospital and is resting at home. She has a nurse with her, and there’s no more

a discussion or a question–it was a

I can leave right away. Don’t worry, I won’t put you and