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.

admit that there was something almost tender in Tyler’s gaze. His gaze was soft, and

if he was looking at someone

particularly misleading angle to make things seem that way. Before

the business proposal for the Oasis project for LS Enterprise, which

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

daughter–in–law for the Lewis family doing all this

fists clenched tightly. One of the photos had cut

was injured, or that the maids

marriage from the beginning. If William hadn’t threatened to kill himself, how could a fake heiress like

laughed at by the other women during luncheons? They ask if my son couldn’t find

She knew, deep down, that she

Yurelia City. Being ridiculed

one thing she

I lost my hearing because of

hadn’t shielded William that day, he would be the deaf

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