Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel plunged a hand into her pocket, only to find it empty.

“Where’s my phone?” she exclaimed.

Tyler looked at her with feigned confusion. “Yeah, where’s your phone?”

From Tyler’s tone, Rachel knew that he was fooling her once inore She looked awkwardly at him, feeling that he was playing her like a clown.

Baffled by a riotous mix of chagrin and hilarity, she asked, “Mr. Hunt, quit joking around with me at a time like this. Did you find my phone somewhere?”

Tyler decided to call it quits and pulled out a white phone from his pocket, flinging it at her.

Rachel caught it, not missing a beat. She looked down and confirmed that it was indeed her phone.

“Where did you find it?”

Tyler stuck both hands in his pockets and looked behind Rachel, who turned around and looked in the direction of his gaze. Her gaze landed on Tammy.

She suddenly recalled how she bumped into Tammy after getting changed with Cecilia just now. She thought she had heard something, but she was so busy apologizing to Tammy that she didn’t pay it much attention.

even took a quick check of the floor, but

worried that someone might have tried unlocking

didn’t see anything

saw a text sent to Tyler, which

she text

come to the forest. I have something

up, the look in her eyes quivering as she clarified, “never texted you

that? You always just call

wasn’t someone to beat around

Tammy might do, given

subconsciously glanced

phone and texted you? What did she

it to his lips. He cast Rachel a sideways glance, deliberately keeping her

know what she

certainly not pure. What else could she say to you, aside from confessing her feelings?” Tyler scoffed. “That’s rather observant of you. The cheek of you to claim that you don’t have designs

with eyes can tell. It’s very obvious with