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.

almost tender in

as if he was looking at someone he

misleading angle to make things seem that way. Before she could

business proposal for the Oasis project

more Cassandra spoke, the angrier she got. She stormed up to Rachel, snatched the

seemingly perfect daughter–in–law for the Lewis family doing

in her chair with her fists clenched tightly. One of the photos

care that Rachel was injured, or that the

against your marriage from the beginning. If William hadn’t threatened to kill himself, how could

women during luncheons? They ask if my son couldn’t find a wife.

else. She knew, deep down, that she probably was never truly the

status in Yurelia City. Being ridiculed in social circles wasn’t something

thing she

don’t forget. I wasn’t born deaf. I lost my hearing because of your

day, he

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