Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel pulled out her phone; after hesitating for a moment, she finally dialed Tyler’s number.

Tyler was surprised to hear from her. “Why are you calling me at this time?”

Rachel took a deep breath, feeling a guilty conscience.

However, the thought of being able to fetch her mother’s tombstone back to the Lloyd family cemetery once she successfully persuaded Tyler made her bite the bullet. She had no choice but to let Tyler down for now.

“I’m done here. I’d like to return your clothes and treat you to a meal to thank you.”

Tyler pondered for a moment before asking, “You’re going to treat me? When?”

Rachel was so worried that Tyler might sense something amiss that she didn’t notice something was off with Tyler.

She thought of the best time for them to meet. “How about tomorrow? If you have time.”

It would be troublesome if Tyler could only meet two days later. She would be gone by then.

She had to swiftly settle this once and for all while she was still here.

Tyler agreed readily. “Alright, tomorrow it’ll be. But why do you have the time to treat me to a meal?”

was stunned by

back to attention and quickly replied to him, “You know how much I hate owing

she could meet Tyler

given how sharp and observant Tyler was, insisting on giving him a treat tonight would surely expose

to propose to meet tomorrow, just in

lazily, “Why would I reject a

of relief. “We’ll meet tomorrow afternoon, then.

“Okay.”

Tyler hung up.

in her hands and sat in a daze. She

guilty conscience indeed,

at a restaurant, but the thought of William rushing to the hospital to look for her was enough for her to conclude that William

put on a hat and a

advanced in years and didn’t seem to be updated about things on the internet. He didn’t even bother

She had switched

Tyler exploded online, her phone had

It was William calling.