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.

quick check of the floor, but didn’t see

her phone, worried that someone might have tried unlocking it.

didn’t see

launched her messenger app, she saw a

did she

the forest. I

the look in her eyes quivering as

text something like that? You always just call me,” Tyler said

she wasn’t someone

something that Tammy might do,

subconsciously glanced

picked up my phone and texted you? What did

from his pocket, tilted his head down, and put it to his lips. He

want to know

were playing that game and during lunch was certainly not pure. What else could she say to

eyes. “Anyone with eyes