Countdown to My Divorce

“I–It was Samantha.”

Tyler sneered. “Well, at least you’re honest. What else did Samantha say?”

“She said if I could get some spicy photos of the two of you, she’d give me a bonus.”

Tyler raised a brow. “How about you come inside now? I’ll help you stage a few.”

“N–No need for that.”

Now that he’d been caught, he wouldn’t dare actually ask Tyler for anything outrageous. He knew perfectly well why Samantha was offering so much money.

It was because this man wasn’t just anybody. If it were some average guy, she’d never offer that kind of cash. That was the key point.

“How much did she offer you?” Tyler asked.

“Seven grand,” the guy said nervously, raising seven trembling fingers.

Tyler thought for a moment. “I’ll give you twenty one thousand. Photograph her instead.”

The guy looked stunned. “Twenty one grand?”

time, his jobs only paid

most.

ever offered him

And don’t worry, it won’t affect what you’re

want. I’ll shoot whatever

his finger.

and even made breakfast since she

Tyler walked

sounded oddly familiar. Was she

humming the theme song from an animated film. It was a

was hard to

walked up to her. Before she could hide her smile, he

in his pockets, he looked at her and asked, “Never seen

“Not really. It’s just that song and your whole persona don’t really

big bite without asking. He asked, “Then what do you think suits me? The River Flows

instantly imagined

stars in the sky point to

1/2

This was killing her.