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.

walked up to Tyler and handed over the bag. “Mr. Hunt, everything

a moment. “It’s not

assured, Mr.

to Rachel. “Help me

a request.

A man like Tyler carried an innate sense of privilege. Just looking at him made

pursed her lips and replied with mock

helping him earlier, but this time, she caught

coiled centipede

and wounds. Just seeing

immediately looked away,

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

meant it. Even if something really did happen to her, there’d be no one who’d grieve for her

dimness in

means that little to you? Your mom went through so much to raise you. If she saw you talking like this from

pang of sorrow

sentence to bring her back o herself. It felt like she was being