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

you should open the

around at the crowd. “Take a good look. These are all your coworkers.” He suddenly grabbed a bottle of water from under the table and dropped it in front

“Ms. Lloyd, I’d like to trouble you with

Rachel was speechless.

typical self, always stirring the pot just for the fun of

a deep breath and reluctantly agreed.

coworkers

it. We only wanted

“1

water, one by one they grabbed their

mountain of bottles in front of Rachel instantly shrank to

and raised his chin at her. “What

bottle back toward

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

momentarily speechless. She had no

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

shut.

clenched her jaw, using every ounce of strength she had. Still, it wouldn’t

her. Tyler twisted