Countdown to My Divorce

Tammy leaned in close to Tyler. Her cheeks were flushed red as she asked shyly, “Mr. Hunt, could you help me open this bottle?”

Her voice was so soft that if you weren’t paying attention, you won’t even know she was speaking.

Tyler hesitated for a moment. He then took the bottle from her hand and twisted the cap off effortlessly. He handed it back to her.

Tammy accepted it sheepishly. “Thank you, Mr. Hunt.”

Clutching the bottle like it was a prized possession, Tammy suddenly felt like the luckiest woman in the world. She couldn’t help but whisper to a coworker next to her, “Mr. Hunt opened it for me just now.”

“Oh my god, then I’m definitely going to ask him to open intne too”

Suddenly, all the women at the table scrambled

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I their bottles to Tyler.

Without hesitation, Tyler slid all the bottles toward Rachel. “I’ll let you handle this.”

Rachel looked at him in a puzzled manner. “Isn’t this

one, you should

“Take a good look. These are all your coworkers.” He suddenly grabbed a bottle of water from under

like to trouble you

Rachel was speechless.

self, always stirring the pot

reluctantly agreed. “Fine, I’ll open these for

coworkers

wanted Mr. Hunt to open

“1

cold water, one by one they

of bottles in front of Rachel instantly shrank to just

chin at her. “What are you waiting for? Go on, open

bottle back toward him.

“So now you’re playing favorites? You were going to open theirs, but not mine. Isn’t that what you call double standards?” he asked

momentarily speechless. She had no

the end, she gave in with a ‘less trouble is better‘ mentality and tried to twist the cap open, but the cap

shut.

her jaw, using every ounce of

her. Tyler twisted it