Countdown to My Divorce

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For a moment, Rachel didn’t even know what to say. She had a feeling that walking over now would just be interrupting.

But Tyler, as usual, had no concept of embarrassment. He walked straight up like he hadn’t noticed a thing and greeted them casually.

“Mr. Lewis, you’re certainly busy. Can’t spare a moment to wait for your own wife, yet you’ve got time to admire a female employee’s belly?” His gaze shifted playfully to Samantha. “What is it? Does Ms. Judd’s belly look more special than everyone else’s? Prettier, maybe?”

William had remained composed when he saw Tyler, but the moment his eyes landed on Rachel beside him, his entire expression changed. The gentleness from before disappeared. It was replaced by something darker.

Samantha pursed her lips. Her face went pale for a brief second before she quickly recovered, putting on a cheerful smile as she jogged over to Rachel.

“Rachel, where were you this morning? William and I waited for a long time. We thought something might’ve happened to you.”

Rachel didn’t even glance at Samantha, however. Her gaze was fixed on William the entire time. “Is that so?”

It was as if William snapped out of something. He rushed toward her and grabbed her hand tightly. “What happened to you? I called you so many times, why didn’t you answer?”

something happened to

wasn’t with you last night

him. There was that familiar look of worry in his eyes and those same blue eyes that once used to look at her that way. She had thought she knew this man after spending seven years

turned out those seven years were just

kept her voice steady. “So why didn’t you call the

you cared about couldn’t be reached and their phone was

was different. He’d had Tyler wait for her at the company’s entrance. Then he’d come here with Samantha in tow,

this event would’ve been ruined. Rachel, you know how important this event is for the company. I figured you

her hand and cut him off. “Enough.

she walked right past him

William, he gave him a slow, thoughtful look. ‘Mr. Lewis, with your jam–packed schedule, don’t forget to take care of your

Tyler. “You didn’t

dismissive chuckle. The smugness in his expression was obvious. “Scenes like that play out all the time. Why would I need to arrange anything? Besides, how would

a final glance