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.

up to Tyler and handed over the bag. “Mr. Hunt, everything you requested has

a moment. “It’s not fake this time,

assured, Mr. Hunt. It’s definitely

shifted to

didn’t sound like a request.

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

replied with

walked over to help him. She hadn’t paid much attention when helping him

like a coiled centipede that was raw,

and wounds. Just seeing it gave

looked

change, she muttered, “If something like that ever happens again, I don’t want you

one who’d grieve for her

the dimness in her

mom went through so much to raise

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

realized Tyler had only needed one sentence to bring her back o herself. It