Countdown to My Divorce

Of course Rachel couldn’t give Cassandra a direct answer. If she said anything now, Cassandra would be the first to run and tell William.

William was already suspicious of her. If she slipped up even a little, he would find out.

Just as Rachel was weighing her options and trying to figure out how to respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside. “Mom, I’m home.”

Rachel sighed quietly in relief at the sound of William’s voice.

Cassandra also dropped the questioning as soon as William appeared. She turned around and smiled warmly as she walked over to him. “William, what took you so long?”

“Traffic was bad, Mom.”

Then came a sweet and obedient voice from the entryway.

“Good evening, Mrs. Lewis. I’m one of William’s employees. You probably remember me.”

Rachel felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She stood there frozen. A moment later, she forced herself to turn around.

Sure enough, Samantha was standing right next to William.

He had brought her home.

Samantha for a long moment before she came back to her senses.

didn’t

Samara’s hand, treating her with such warmth it was like night and day compared to how she treated

I remember. Everyone knows you and William went to school together.

on her head instinctively. “Oh, I fell during a team building event with Rachel earlier today. It’s nothing serious. William already took me to get it

and snapped, “Rachel, we have a guest. Why are you just standing there? Go

the room immediately

all gave Cassandra odd looks. There were plenty of maids

in her place by

split second before lifting her chin and offering a

that, don’t we? Besides, I’m all thumbs in the kitchen.

“Didn’t your family teach you how to

right and

to brew coffee. William didn’t marry

its mark perfectly, making

toward one of the maids. “Leia,

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