Countdown to My Divorce

Tyler’s fingertips brushed against the undone buttons of Rachel’siri. His touch barely grazed her skin, in even that felt like a Jolt of electricity numing through her entire body.

The contact she expected never caine,

Rachel glanced down and saw that Tyler was buttoning her shirt kup, one button at a time.

She looked at him in confusion. When she finally opened her mouth, her lips were trembling slightly.

“What are you doing?” she asked

Tyler shot her a sideways glance. His usual nonchalant expression was completely gone. What replaced it was a chilling. piercing cold “What do you think you’re doing?” he countered.

Rachel’s mind went blank. “I just thought that if you didn’t mind at I’m married, you—”

“Oh, so you do remember that you’re married.” His tone was scating

Rachel frowned. Her thoughts were a mess. What did he want from her? She was completely thrown off

Rachel decided to speak her mind.

don’t need power. The only thing

to her face. His voice sounded nonchalant, but somehow it

words sounded

Tyler could hardly be desperate for female attention. Honestly, even if she threw herself at

a cold aura Rachel felt a crushing pressure bearing down on

in her grave

mother found out what her precious daughter is doing right

contracted, and her face instantly

always knew

hurt the most, and he never missed. His words didn’t just sting. They

Rachel’s spinning mind

too impulsive. I shouldn’t have done

done wasn’t just offensive to

her senses, Tyler’s sharpness finally softened. The hostility in his gaze melted away, and

me make this clear. What happened today, I can let slide. But I

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