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.

Of course he was. She had just

stepped forward in a calm and composed manner. “Mr.

her a look–over with a sneering expression. “Where did you sleep last

mentioned this morning that Samantha had someone spying on them. Whether or

“Yeah.”

expected her to admit it so easily and

really think spending the night

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

at her side. She looked at him for a long moment while

I

replied. “Samantha’s just staying at the house for a few days. You still can’t handle that? Rachel, what’s gotten into you lately? You’ve never been

slightly. She bit her lower lip before lifting her gaze to

across her face. It

would you call last night? Going to that barbecue place with Tyler? You were trying to get under my skin, weren’t you? And today, you know that out of everyone, you’re the one person who has to show up

knocked the wind out

He was right.