Countdown to My Divorce

“There’s nothing to explain,” Rachel said calmly.

She knew very well that after what Samantha had just said, there was no way William would believe her. If she ran after them now, it would only make her look guilty.

The more she thought about it, the funnier it seemed.

Did William really think he and Samantha were innocent?

She suddenly had a question on her mind, but at this moment, Tyler was the only one she could ask.

“Can I ask you something?”

Tyler, probably finding it inconvenient to eat with his sleeves down, slowly rolled them up, revealing a portion of his toned forearms. Under the overhead light, his hands looked even fairer and more slender.

Rachel swallowed hard. What was going on with her brain lately? Why was she suddenly finding Tyler’s hands attractive? Was it just because she hadn’t done that in a while?

She shook her head and forced the inappropriate thoughts out of her mind.

Tyler picked up a beef skewer. Even the way he ate looked mesmerizing to her.

“Ask away.”

asked, “Are all men like this, expecting double standards, like they can do whatever they want but won’t allow their partner to do the

like that,” Tyler replied. He glanced over the table. There was only plain water. Probably unsatisfied, he got up and grabbed a drink from the nearby fridge. Turning

“Sure.”

two bottles and handed one to

at him curiously. “So

eyebrow and glanced at her. “Do you

“Yeah.”

who always gave off this wild,

drinking from it

I only love one person. I won’t split my attention. If one day she falls for someone else, she can tell me. I’ll let her go. But betrayal? That I won’t

she liked it a lot. She was like that

she gave it her all. If the relationship ended, she wouldn’t cling

her in body but not in heart, felt insulting to be

like she’d found someone who

“Didn’t expect

own glass and lightly tapped

His dark t