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.”

He straightened up and casually replied, Alright

her lips tightly. Her mind was already racing. That one comment from Tyler had completely blocked her next move. If she tried to bring

down across from him

turning back now. She’d just

up a meatball with her

can’t promise it tastes exactly like how my

Tyler liked this dish, she would’ve practiced ahead of

way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, after

meatball

squeezed.

hadn’t even felt

from a

next.

“Can you

alright,” Tyler replied

spent all that time cooking, and all he had

picked up a piece herself and took

lit

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