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

Tyler, and her lips

at me?

on

purpose.

It’s

your fault for being

so tall!”

just because he raised his voice. The harshness on his face immediately softened, and for once,

came up empty–handed. With a touch of irritation, he muttered, “What

over

and she instinctively looked

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

Rachel was speechless.

emotional breakdown, but

her cry, he’d probably ask ‘What do you want? Tell me what’ll make you stop crying. Do you want a purse? A

He couldn’t be bothered with small talk or coaxing. If he had to comfort a woman, he’d probably just

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

as a polite refusal, but somehow, her voice came

the room