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.

as though something was missing in every single one of them. They would

certainly more interesting

dodged his sudden attack. “Howard Ziegler,”

drugged me and exposed all my secrets! My grandfather

Rachel inhaled sharply.

the one

something like this, given

her wrist in an iron–tight grip. Rachel started struggling against his

his thumb against her

run into the arms of a stupid young girl

first time Rachel heard something reasonable

leaned in close to Rachel, taking in

others. The perfumes those women like wearing make me want to puke.

body shook