Countdown to My Divorce

Tyler’s deep voice was right next to her ear. The photo frame in her hand was swiftly taken away.

“Doesn’t the real thing look better?” he asked.

Rachel had been pretty embarrassed, but the second she heard that remark, the awkwardness completely disappeared.

“I wasn’t staring at your picture because I’m obsessed with you. I just accidentally knocked it over while grabbing the blanket.”

“Is denying everything your personal motto?” Tyler’s voice sounded nonchalant as usual.

Rachel nearly rolled her eyes. Hugging the blanket, she brushed past him and asked, “Is narcissism yours?”

Tyler smirked a little as he turned and watched her walk out of the room, blanket in hand. He lowered his head, eyes landing on the photo of a younger version of himself in the frame.

The usual edge in his expression softened for a moment.

But as soon as his gaze shifted to the old man in the picture, his brows instinctively knit together.

“Eyesore,” he muttered.

With a sharp smack, he flipped the frame face down on the nightstand.

Meanwhile, Rachel was downstairs spreading out the blanket on the couch. She had considered asking Tyler about the photo, but on second thought, decided against it.

business. Maybe it was just a photo taken

blanket and got ready to sleep, the familiar scent of

the kind of person who had trouble sleeping in unfamiliar places, but

came downstairs, she was already

peaceful, her lashes fluttering slightly. Her skin seemed pale

warm fingertips gently traced her brow as he murmured, “Heartless little thing. How could you

end, he simply tapped the tip of her nose

“Goodnight.”

had just finished his morning run and was heading back

walked up to the car before tapping on the

rolled down to reveal a man in a baseball cap who

“What do you want?”

with a casual demeanor that still managed to carry a

wasn’t used to dealing with people like Tyler. Just one look from him could make

tense.

stammering. “I–I don’t know what you

hand over the camera,” Tyler said with his

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cold sweat. Panic was written all over his face. He reluctantly handed over the camera that had been hidden behind

the photos