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.”

further. He straightened up

lips tightly. Her mind was already racing. That one comment from Tyler had completely blocked her next move.

sat down across

turning back now. She’d just have to go with

picked up a meatball with her

promise it tastes exactly like how

sooner how much Tyler liked this dish, she would’ve practiced

man’s heart was through

meatball

heart was being squeezed. She

she hadn’t even felt this

wasn’t saying anything. His expression kept shifting from a sight frown one moment to

next.

like an eternity until Rachel finally blurted out, “Can you

Tyler

had spent all that time cooking, and all he had to say was that

a piece herself and

lit up

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