Countdown to My Divorce

Chapter 243

“Didn’t you make this for me? Why are you taking it away now!

Rachel pouted and, as if suddenly realizing something, placed the meatballs hack in front of Tyler. “Oh, I just thought you didn’t

Tyler picked up his fork and started helping himself to the other dies, eating slowly and deliberately. “Rachel, your tricks are

way too obvious.”

Rachel smiled nonchalantly and muttered wider her breath, “It doesn’t matter as long as they work.”

The food was, in fact, pretty good. It wasn’t exactly like the taste li remembered, but it was close.

He took a sip of coffee and casually asked, “Did you ever cook for William?”

“Of course. Did you have to ask?”

As soon as she brought up her past as a pathetic lovelom loser, she wanted to slap herself.

Tyler clicked his tongue twice and set his cup down. “So did you ever learn how to cook just for him?”

Rachel nodded honestly.

had a bit of a stomach problem, and he couldn’t handle porridge served outside. I had to make it for him myself. In the beginning, I never got the consistency

get up at five in the morning to cook porridge and make all the

to be the nurturing type, but Samantha sure has it easier. All she has to do is bat her lashes, pout a little, and call out William’s name in that soft

His words stung

hit

probably never let Samantha wake up at five in the morning to make

of hitting where it hurt. His words were merciless and always stripped away

the brutal truth.

Tyler had kids one day. If one of them came home upset because they’d been bullied at

cold like ‘You can’t even handle that? Why do you even bother staying

had been physically punished as a child, and

hours.

it came to being locked up, Rachel had her own

playing hide–and–seek with kids in the neighborhood, she’d hidden inside a closet as she usually would, but someone had locked it from the outside,

That pitch–black space had felt like it was

two hours. No matter how

spaces. Lock

your cooking so