Countdown to My Divorce

They fell down together.

Rachel gasped in pain as the IV needle in the back of her hand was pushed in even deeper.

It wasn’t the kind of pain that caused numbness. It was the kind that zeroed in on one spot and felt ten times worse.

Tyler heard her gasp and instinctively looked over. “What happened?”

“Nothing. The needle got pushed in. It hurts a little.” Rachel gently lifted her hand and rested it on the blanket.

Tyler pressed the call button. His gaze was fixed on her rapidly swelling hand. “Are you dumb? If you couldn’t reach, just say something. I could’ve bent forward a little.”

Rachel’s hand still throbbed with pain. The sharp, piercing ache hadn’t faded at all. She hadn’t expected him to comfort her, but did he really have to snap at her like that?

Did he not realize how scary he looked when he was

and harsh.

ty? His expression

was

downright murderous, and his voice was cold

Rachel didn’t even know why, but the tension that had been building up inside her suddenly burst.

as

at Tyler, and her

you yelling at

on

purpose.

It’s

your fault for being

so tall!”

harshness on his face immediately softened, and for once, there was a flicker of tenderness in his

around, looking for something, but came up empty–handed. With a touch of irritation, he muttered,

later, seeing no other option, he walked over and awkwardly raised

was blocked, and she

a second. He then answered matter–of–factly, “Wiping

Rachel was speechless.

on the verge of an emotional breakdown, but his ridiculous response made her laugh out

clueless man. She could already imagine how he’d be with his girlfriend in the future. If he ever made her cry, he’d probably ask ‘What do you want? Tell me what’ll make you stop crying. Do you want a purse? A

or coaxing. If he had to comfort a woman, he’d

she still felt unsettled. She frowned a

voice came out with an almost childlike

room fell into a