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.

was something almost tender in Tyler’s gaze. His gaze was soft, and his

he was

probably chosen a particularly misleading angle to make things seem that way. Before she could explain, Cassandra launched in another

also heard you recently did the business proposal for the Oasis project for

the angrier she got. She stormed up to Rachel, snatched the photos off the table, and hurled them

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

clenched tightly. One of the photos had cut her

that Rachel was injured, or that the

If William hadn’t threatened to kill himself, how

women during luncheons? They ask if my son couldn’t

down, that

Lewis family held high status in Yurelia City. Being ridiculed in social circles wasn’t something they

there was one thing she couldn’t let

I lost my hearing because of your

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

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