Countdown to My Divorce

The tattoo artist glanced at her curiously.

“Did something happen recently, young lady? Did you get into a fight with your boyfriend?”

Rachel bit her lip before forcing out a few strained words. “I never thought this tattoo would end up hurting me this much.”

If she hadn’t gotten that tattoo back then, maybe things would’ve turned out differently.

That butterfly had once offered her hope. Now, it was a curse to her

The artist could tell just from her expression that this tattoo had caused her a lot of pain. He tried to comfort her.

“It’s alright. Once it’s gone, your life gets a clean slate too.”

Rachel’s body was tense. The veins on the back of her hands stood out, and sweat dripped down her forehead. She barely managed to speak.

“Yeah, my life’s about to restart.”

Almost three hours later, she felt completely drained. The artist helped her into a chair and noticed how pale she was. Her lips were drained of color.

He poured her a glass of water.

“Kid, I have to say. I admire your courage.”

Rachel’s hands trembled as she took the glass and forced a weak smile. It felt like she’d just survived something brutal.

“Thank you.”

some rest tonight, and try not to get that area wet for

of the tattoo studio. It was already

the road. She was planning to call a cab when she heard a group of men talking

told you that chick wasn’t into it, and you didn’t believe me. You had

nearly called the

street. Who knew

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out. There’s a real beauty over there. Damn,

was in trouble. She quickened her pace. Behind

“She’s leaving!”

“Get her!”

just a few strides, they had her surrounded. Panic surged in her

to see if the call went through,

I’m on Warren Street. Can

as William picked up. He sounded annoyed. Rachel,

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to be meeting up with Cecilia?” Then he added almost like an afterthought, “Oh right,

can hear-” Rachel started, but she couldn’t waste time explaining.