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.

handed over the bag. “Mr. Hunt, everything you requested has

a moment. “It’s not fake this time,

“Rest assured, Mr. Hunt. It’s

shifted to Rachel. “Help me

didn’t sound like a request. It

was used to him acting like royalty. A man like Tyler carried an innate sense

lips and replied with

paid much attention when helping him earlier, but this time, she caught a glimpse of the wound

a coiled centipede that was raw, red,

and

immediately looked away,

ever happens again, I don’t want you to jump in front

meant it. Even if something really did happen to her, there’d be no one who’d grieve for her anyway. But Tyler was different. He had people who cared about

the dimness in

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

her mother, a pang of sorrow rose in Rachel’s chest.

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