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.

was his personal business. Maybe it was

she settled under the blanket and got ready to sleep, the familiar scent of Tyler clung faintly to

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

Tyler came

looked peaceful, her lashes fluttering slightly. Her skin seemed pale yet delicate. It was a serene

her brow as he murmured, “Heartless little thing. How could you forget about me

the end, he simply tapped

“Goodnight.”

Tyler had just finished his morning run and was heading back when

stop and walked up to the car

down to reveal a man

“What do you want?”

leaning against the car with a casual demeanor that still managed to carry a subtle hint of pressure. “The view doesn’t seem

people like Tyler.

tense.

started stammering. “I–I don’t

just hand over the camera,” Tyler said with his palm

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guy broke into a cold sweat. Panic was written all over his face. He reluctantly handed over the camera that had been

patiently clicked through the photos