Countdown to My Divorce

It was Tyler.

Leon, who had been about to help Rachel up, was stunned for a second when Tyler cut in. His outstretched hand stopped moving.

Tyler looked up. “What’s the matter? Do you only help women? Don’t guys deserve a hand?”

Rachel was left speechless. Tyler really was the type who refused to take even the smallest loss.

After hesitating for a moment, Leon reluctantly helped Tyler up. Once steady, Tyler turned around and extended a hand toward Rachel.

Rachel pouted and looked at him suspiciously. There was something seriously wrong with him. Still, she reached out and took his hand. His palm was wide and his grip firm. It felt reassuring.

For a brief second, a thought appeared in Rachel’s mind.

Maybe Tyler really could help her get first place.

But the space was tight, and just getting herself onto the platform was already a struggle. To make things worse, she had to stack her left foot over her right.

Rachel felt like her feet were fighting each other for space. Some coworkers were already starting to wobble.

“How long do we have to stay up here?”

“Should be around a minute, I think.”

kidding me. A whole minute? I can barely make it to

words were spoken,

to the platform with all her strength, and her breathing became labored. Everyone was packed together,

history of respiratory issues

swayed. She was losing her

arm circled around her waist. He

than her, he leaned slightly, his mouth close to her ear as he spoke in a deep voice. “If you want to win, stop

tickled her ear and sent

held onto the hem of Tyler’s shirt. She had felt hesitant and awkward. After all, there were people

else sparked up again, it’d be

to him like a koala. William

smirk. She stopped hesitating and wrapped her arms firmly around

all you have to do is hold that

burst into

“What? Sixty minutes?”

bad, not sixty minutes.

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