Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel came out of the kitchen with the dish a full two hours later,

She had never realized how exhausting cooking could be, especially when she forgot the recipe for the meatballs hallway through and had to juggle between watching online tutorials and inving to recall how her mother used to make it.

Her n

mom’s specialty had always been meatballs.

If she couldn’t recreate that exact flavor Tyler loved, then this whole meal would be pointless.

Rachel nervously brought the dish to the dining table. She glanced over at Tyler, who was still lounging on the sofa, glued to his phone:

She walked over and called out to him from behind, “Dinner’s ready, Mr. Hunt.”

Tyler paused mid–text and looked toward the dining table that was now covered with a decently hearty spread.

He got up slowly from the couch and came to stand in front of Rachel. He rested his hand on the armrest and leaned in just a little.

“Rachel, why does this feel a little like a trap?” he asked.

Rachel instinctively took a step back. Although her expression remained calm, her heart pounded. She forced a smile. “How could it be? You already got Oasis. My mission is complete.”

straightened up

already racing. That one comment from Tyler had completely

to show it, she sat down across

no turning back now. She’d just have to go with the

up a meatball with her fork and placed it on Tyler’s

it tastes exactly like how my mom

liked this

way to a man’s heart was through his

up the meatball

at him anxiously. It felt like her heart was being squeezed. She could barely breathe. Her

hadn’t even felt this nervous when signing

expression kept shifting from a sight frown

next.

an eternity until Rachel finally blurted out, “Can you just give me a straight answer already? Is it good

alright,” Tyler

couldn’t believe it. She had spent all that time cooking, and all he had to say was that it tasted

a piece herself and took

eyes lit up

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