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

that I’m a

out of a shower and claimed to be alone at home. Who was the one who helped him change

Rachel was definitely upstairs!

moment Tyler got on the first step, William followed right behind him

William was about to charge upstairs, Tyler stretched

aggressive at a speed that shocked William. William froze

looked icily

what I said

into Tyler’s eyes, the air in the

to have

knocked on

brows furrowed, displeasure thick in his voice. “William, how many people were you intending to bring to

William retorted, “I didn’t

door!” Tyler said

curious as to who would be here at such a late hour, aside from himself. When he opened the door, he saw that

face turned

you doing here at such

end up fighting with Mr. Hunt and

of concern.

by his sudden visit. Now, with Samantha