Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel instinctively glanced over to see who had stopped her. It was Tyler.

She figured it was just a coincidence. Maybe Tyler liked beef too. But the plate was full, and she wasn’t petty enough to fight over food. So Rachel withdrew her fork and generously gave it up to him

Tyler took the slice of beef.

Rachel thought, ‘Okay, that one’s his. Now it’s my turn.‘

Just as she reached out again, Tyler’s fork pressed hers down once more.

This time, Rachel was sure it wasn’t a coincidence. She gave him a strange look. But since she was allergic to beef, she couldn’t exactly ask him if he was doing this on purpose.

She awkwardly pulled away. There was still plenty of beef on the plate. She didn’t believe Tyler would eat it all.

She turned her attention to the other dishes, trying to bide her time.

Meanwhile, Sasha kept throwing Yvette suggestive glances. “Yvette, pour Mr. Hunt a drink. Help him feel welcome.”

Yvette immediately reached for the wineglass in front of her and started pouring for Tyler, but he lifted a hand to stop her. Yvette’s hand froze midair awkwardly.

but his voice was cold as usual. “No, thanks.

”

got plenty of guest rooms. Or if you’re not used to staying here,

long as he drank, the rest of the night would fall into place. After all, she had gotten Jim drunk all those years ago. How else would she have married him so

thanks. I don’t drink unless it’s a

tone left no

and Yvette exchanged glances. Since he’d made it clear, they couldn’t push it

the wineglass back

the opening and quickly reached out with her fork again. She was just about to grab a small slice

would you mind passing me the

eyes lit up again. “Of course. Mr. Hunt, if you like beef, you

fork and began moving some

up. “Can I have the

at

cheerfully, “Of course. Yvette, just

responded brightly. She placed the entire plate of beef in front