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 tears

looked at Tyler, and her lips trembled with suppressed

yelling at me?

on

purpose.

It’s

your fault for being

so tall!”

hadn’t expected her to tear up just because he raised his voice. The harshness on his face immediately softened, and

but came up empty–handed. With a touch of

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

vision was blocked, and she instinctively looked up.

paused for a second. He

Rachel was speechless.

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

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

just who he was. He couldn’t be bothered with small talk or coaxing. If he had to comfort a

felt unsettled. She frowned

but somehow, her voice came out with an

the room fell into