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.”

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

the tattoo studio. It was

was planning to call a cab when she heard a group of men talking and

into it, and you

nearly called

just standing there on the street. Who knew what she was

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out. There’s a real

that, she knew she was in trouble.

“She’s leaving!”

“Get her!”

outrun them. In just a few strides, they had her surrounded. Panic surged in her chest, and

didn’t wait to see if the call went through, she

on Warren Street. Can

as William picked up. He sounded annoyed. Rachel, I’ve got something going

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up with Cecilia?” Then he added almost like an afterthought, “Oh right, I forgot you

she couldn’t waste time explaining.