Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel quickly changed her wording. “Do whatever you want. Just pretend I said nothing.”

Tyler couldn’t resist teasing her. “Rachel, you’re a perfect subordinate. You always put your boss first.”

Rachel felt a little awkward. “It was just a passing comment.”

Tyler wasn’t someone who could be easily manipulated. Rachel also realized she had overstepped.

He didn’t change his mind. In fact, he seemed even more annoyed by the cheap shirt he was wearing.

“Good thing you’re just an employee and not a boss. If you were, you’d be eaten alive in the business world. Don’t be too soft. That’s the only advice I’ll give you.”

Rachel didn’t reply, but those words hit home. In the days that followed, they’d stick with her more than she expected.

Later that evening, Yale arrived with a new set of clothes.

It was Rachel’s first time meeting him. She had assumed the previous man was Tyler’s assistant, but this one looked the part.

He and Tyler shared a similar aura that was cold and distant, like a wall no one could get past.

over the bag. “Mr.

a moment. “It’s

vaguely. “Rest assured, Mr. Hunt. It’s

to Rachel. “Help

didn’t sound like a request. It was an

like royalty. A man like Tyler carried an innate sense

pursed her lips and replied with mock grievance,

him earlier, but this time, she

a coiled centipede that was

blood and wounds.

immediately looked

him change, she muttered, “If something like that ever happens again, I don’t want you to jump in front of

Even if something really did happen to her, there’d be no one who’d grieve for her anyway. But Tyler was

noticed the dimness

means that little to you? Your mom went through so much to raise you. If she saw you talking like this from up above, she’d never rest in

mother, a pang of sorrow rose in Rachel’s

Tyler had only needed one sentence to bring her back o herself. It felt like she was being