Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel looked back at Howard and saw that devil–may–care look on his face, which bore no signs of panic whatsoever.

Fear crept up on Rachel; she felt suffocated, as though she were floating on the surface of the ocean.

She had thought Howard was just a playful, rich heir of a wealthy family who was too arrogant for his own good, given how much his grandfather spoiled him.

She never expected him to show such disregard for life.

If Samantha was suffering from a hemorrhage in her skull from hitting her head against that rock and didn’t receive treatment in time, it could very well be a matter of life and death.

Yet, Howard remained cold and indifferent about it, his attention solely on Rachel.

“To think that William alone wasn’t enough, and you had to hook up with Tyler as well. What is Tyler giving you in return? Have you already slept with him? You’re so beautiful, he must have slept with you–unless he has a problem.”

”

Howard had never seen a woman as beautiful as Rachel. Somehow he couldn’t seem to forget her since he first saw her.

increasingly irritated by the women around him, feeling as though something was missing in every single one of

more interesting than

looked at Howard with derision. “Howard, not everyone is as disgusting as you are.” Howard knew how rare a chance this was and made a leap for Rachel, who quickly dodged his sudden attack. “Howard Ziegler,”

media! Tyler, that disgusting bastard- he drugged me and exposed

Rachel inhaled sharply.

was the one

like this, given how he hated poking his nose in other people’s

Howard had grabbed her wrist in an iron–tight grip. Rachel started struggling against his hold, but

rubbed his thumb against

saw you. William is beyond stupid to ignore such a beauty and run into the arms of a

the first time Rachel heard something reasonable from

Rachel, taking in her

wearing make me want to puke. But you’re not wearing any, and you

body shook