Countdown to My Divorce

“No,” Rachel replied.

“Then what’s going on between you and Tyler? William should’ve told you that our relationship with Tyler is complicated. Why are you still hanging around him?” Cassandra asked.

The moment Cassandra mentioned Tyler, the graceful composure on her well–maintained face vanished. It was replaced by an obvious look of displeasure.

Rachel calmly replied, “Mr. Hunt and I are purely connected through work. Those rumors going around are nothing but baseless gossip.”

“Oh, really? Then how do you explain this?”

Cassandra suddenly retrieved an envelope from behind her and flung the photos inside straight at Rachel. Caught off guard, Rachel took a sharp strike to the face. Her whole body tensed immediately.

A wave of humiliation washed over her.

Still, Rachel kept her expression neutral. She picked the photos up off the ground and glanced at them. One showed Tyler helping her into a hotel, while others were of them meeting in public over the past few weeks.

There was even a photo of her getting out of a car, with Tyler looking at her back.

that there was something almost tender in

was as if he was looking at

chosen a particularly misleading angle to make things

you recently did the business proposal for the Oasis project

stormed up to Rachel, snatched the photos off the table, and hurled them

something. The seemingly perfect daughter–in–law for the Lewis family

fists clenched tightly. One of the

injured, or that the

If William hadn’t threatened to kill himself, how could a fake heiress like

know how I get laughed at by the other women during luncheons? They ask if my son

deep down, that she probably was never truly the right match

family held high status in Yurelia City. Being

was one thing she

I lost my

shielded William that day, he would be

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