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

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

thunk. “Ms. Lloyd, I’d like

Rachel was speechless.

being his typical self, always stirring

took a deep breath and reluctantly agreed. “Fine, I’ll open these

coworkers

only wanted Mr. Hunt to

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they’d all just been doused with cold water, one by one they grabbed their bottles

bottles in front of Rachel instantly shrank to just one,

her. “What are

the bottle back toward

on one elbow, resting his chin in his hand as he looked at her. “So now you’re playing favorites? You were going to open theirs, but

was momentarily speechless. She

with a ‘less trouble is better‘ mentality and tried to twist the cap open, but the cap felt like it

shut.

her jaw, using every ounce of

bottle was taken from her. Tyler twisted it