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 me?”

I even asked Cecilia. She said she wasn’t with you last night and had no idea where

familiar look of worry in his eyes and those same blue eyes that once used to look at her that way. She had

seven years were just

kept her voice steady. “So why didn’t

cared about couldn’t be reached and their phone was off, wouldn’t your first instinct

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

Rachel, you know how important this

hand and cut him off. “Enough. It’s getting late. Let’s

she walked right past him

Tyler walked past William, he gave him a slow, thoughtful look. ‘Mr. Lewis, with your jam–packed

Tyler. “You didn’t arrange for Rachel to see

play out all the time.

a final glance