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?”

kind of money in his life. Most of the time, his jobs only paid a few

most.

offered him

it won’t affect what you’re getting from

want. I’ll shoot whatever you

his finger. “Come

up and even made breakfast since she

Tyler walked in.

It sounded oddly familiar. Was she hearing

an

was hard to believe. Someone so cold and aloof

up to her. Before she could

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

smile froze. “Not really. It’s just that song and your

across from her and took a big

imagined

the stars in the sky point to the

1/2

This was killing her.