Countdown to My Divorce

“It’s my dog,” Tyler said confidently without skipping a beat.

William didn’t believe a word of it. He looked doubtfully at Tyler.

“But I heard someone say that he saw with his own eyes Rachel entering your house.”

“He must be seeing things. Probably has something wro

with his vision. Why would Rachel come here?”

Tyler didn’t show any nerves despite being questioned,stead with a lazy, devil–may–care attitude.

The more he acted this way, however, the less William believed him.

“I need the washroom,” William said to Tyler.

He knew that the only washroom in this house was upstairs, in Tyler’s room.

If Rachel really was hiding in Tyler’s house, she would be in the bedroom. Where else would a man and a woman be in the middle of the night?

Without even casting William a glance, Tyler said flatly, “You should know quickly if you need the washroom.”

He yawned twice between turning around and walking upstairs.

ery

I’m a germaphobe. Go back

the wound and bandage on Tyler’s back, which clearly looked like it had just been treated. Tyler was also fresh out of a

Rachel was definitely upstairs!

right behind him

upstairs, Tyler stretched an arm out to stop

a speed that shocked William. William froze immediately, unable

looked icily at

what I

right into Tyler’s eyes, the air in

have reached

someone knocked on the

thick in his voice. “William, how many people were you intending to bring to my house

“I didn’t

the door!” Tyler said

equally curious as to who would be here at such a late hour,

face turned

doing here

to check things out. I was worried that you might end up fighting with

of concern.

upset by his sudden visit. Now, with Samantha to top things