Countdown to My Divorce

William’s pitch went up a notch as he grabbed Rachel’s shoulders, shaking them hard. He glared at her with red–rimmed eyes.

Rachel could feel her brain shaking in her skull.

She tried to bear the discomfort.

“William, calm down and hear me out!”

That was when William stopped shaking Rachel. She bit her lips hard, her eyes just as cold.

It had been so long since she returned home, yet William showed her no concern about whether she was injured.

His suspicions about her relationship with Tyler were most likely due to the photos he saw online.

William knew that something had happened when they were at the bar last night, and even Tyler got hurt and was sent to the hospital. Yet, he didn’t bother checking in on her and asking if she was fine.

It was vastly different from how much he overreacted to any slight discomfort Samantha felt, be it a headache or gastric pains. William took a deep breath before letting go of Rachel. He sat down on a chair and poured himself a glass of wine, which he downed.

“Speak.”

tried to figure out

between me and Tyler. If you believe everything you hear outside,

stunned for a

we used to be schoolmates, I want to help her to the best of my abilities.

so helplessly, as if he was forced to promote Samantha

Rachel sneered.

tear–jerking performance he was putting

he could work with in

didn’t know if even William believed what he

words, Rachel played along and said, “Is that so? That makes things difficult. It’s troublesome if you have no one else you can

in William’s eyes faded at the sight of

can you consider

forced a smile on her face. She didn’t know if it was William who couldn’t bear for her to leave the company, or if he simply thought that there would be