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.

eyes stung as

her

at me? I

on

purpose.

It’s

your fault for being

so tall!”

on his face immediately softened, and for once, there

looking for something, but came up empty–handed. With a touch of irritation, he muttered, “What kind of hospital

no other option, he walked over and

Her vision was blocked, and she instinctively looked up. “What are

He then answered matter–of–factly, “Wiping your

Rachel was speechless.

verge of an emotional breakdown, but his

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

coaxing. If he had to

unsettled. She frowned a little. “You don’t have to do

somehow, her voice came

a moment, the room fell into a