Countdown to My Divorce

Someone snuck a peek at Rachel and sald mockingly, “I wouldn’t come out if I were her. Perhaps, I’d even leave the company right away.”

“Don’t say that. I heard from the grapevine that Rachel secretly handed in her resignation.”

“Well, what else can she do? Someone’s taking her place. It’ll only be embarrassing if she stays.”

Cecilia threw her trekking pole, overwhelmed with frustration. She yelled at the top of her lungs, “Are you people done being bullies?”

One of the colleagues said through pursed lips, “So what? It’s the truth, whether you like it or not. It’s not like she can hear us, anyway.”

Cecilia had a strong urge to punch the colleague in the face. “Just because she can’t hear you doesn’t mean you can shoot your mouth off like that!”

Rachel calmly stepped forward to pull Cecilia away. “Sit down and drink some water.”

Cecilia scowled at them and sent them death glares before finally retracting her gaze. That was when she realized how pale Rachel’s face was.

“What’s wrong? Are you having difficulties breathing again? Did you bring your medication?”

Rachel shook her head, not wanting Cecilia to worry about her. “I’m fine.”

William and Samantha made their way over

was seated in their way, and couldn’t hide

with awkwardness. Things were made worse when the colleagues

she greeted Rachel brightly. “Rachel, why did you

gaze swept across

a great physical state, you see. Next time, don’t participate in such physically demanding activities. If anything were to happen, Mr. Lewis won’t

and clutched her chest, overwhelmed by a

what’s wrong? Are you having breathing difficulties? I’ll get

suddenly feel terrible and have difficulties breathing!” Samantha cut Cecilia off, clutching her chest

oxygen can and handed

can from William and smiled brightly at him, her crystal–clear

on him.

become mere background

stunned. “Mr. Lewis,

signaling her

“I’m fine.”