Countdown to My Divorce

“Come to my office after the meeting,” William said.

Rachel lowered her gaze. She gulped before replying, “Okay.”

William gave a few more instructions about the team–building event, then dismissed the meeting

Samantha walked over to Rachel, clutching her folder. Her tone was meek and unsure when she spoke. “Rachel, if I’ve done something to upset you, you can just tell me., But you really didn’t have to put Mr. Lewis on the spot in front of everyone.”

Rachel frowned. “I’m not upset with you.”

She had no interest in watching Samantha put on her act. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the conference

room.

Cecilia noticed the gloomy look on Rachel’s face. “Are you alright?

“I’m fine. I just need to go over there for a bit.”

Rachel pushed open the door to William’s office. He was standing by the floor–to–ceiling window. The moment she stepped inside, the chill in the air was palpable. It felt so cold it made her back tense.

William was angry. Of course he was. She had just embarrassed him

forward in a calm and composed manner. “Mr. Lewis, you wanted to

a sneering expression. “Where

had someone spying on them. Whether or not they got anything on camera, it was bound to get out sooner or later. She

“Yeah.”

it so easily and boldly, His expression instantly

you’re a married woman. Do you really

he’d spoken to her with such bluntness. William had always tried to smooth things over before. Never once had he

fingers clenched into a fist at her side. She looked at him for a long moment while holding

think I

staying at the house for a few days. You still

were shaking slightly. She bit her lower lip before lifting her gaze to meet his. “Am I being

cold gaze swept across her face. It

skin, weren’t you? And today, you know that out of everyone, you’re

last sentence knocked the

He was right.