Countdown to My Divorce

Sasha smiled. She almost laughed. “You really have no idea, do you? Let me tell you something. There’s no such thing as pure friendship between a man and a woman.”

“Mom, you have to do something. Tyler was so cold to me just now He even told me not to call him Tyler anymore.” Just thinking about it made Yvette feel humiliated all over again.

Tyler’s harsh words had shattered her pride. He left her raw and exposed in the most painful way possible.

All these years, she had worked tirelessly to play the perfect daughter of the Lloyd family, trying to outshine Rachel. But no matter what she did, everyone still thought she couldn’t compare to her.

Sasha gently patted Yvette’s shoulder. “Alright, alright, calm down. Come on, step outside with me. I need to tell you something.

“Okay.”

Yvette followed Sasha out of the ward. Once they were sure no one was around, Sasha leaned in and lowered her voice.

“What are you so afraid of? Your sister hasn’t woken up yet, and no one even knows if she ever will.”

Yvette instantly understood what Sasha was implying. Her eyes lit up but just as quickly dimmed again. “But the doctor said there’s still a chance she might wake up. And if she does-”

in her ear. “Don’t worry. These things are up to us. The doctor did say she hit her

Sasha in horror. “Mom,

“If you don’t have the guts, fine. Just know that when she wakes up and starts stealing your man again, don’t

ruthless once and for all, or keep letting her walk all over you. Think about

that, Sasha turned and

with her brows furrowed. She

do? Could she really do that to Rachel? She was

Sasha wasn’t wrong. As long as Rachel was around, Yvette would never know peace. She

lay on the hospital bed, her mind hazy like she was trapped

a pool of blood. She saw herself being rushed into an operating room, the blinding white light overhead making it impossible to open her

The doctor was

wake up. At the earliest, twenty–four

Rachel’s heart jolted violently.

twenty–four hours. Her flight was at midnight. If she missed it, it would be considered

for the next opportunity, that wouldn’t come

open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they were