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-”

are up to us. The doctor did say she hit her head and had intracranial bleeding. Who can say for

looked at Sasha in

timid. She pulled Yvette’s hand away from her mouth. “If you don’t have the guts, fine. Just know that when she wakes up and starts

up to you. Either be ruthless once and for all, or keep letting her walk all over you.

Sasha turned

with her brows

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

long as Rachel was around, Yvette would never know peace. She would never truly become the rightful eldest

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

She saw herself being rushed into an operating room, the blinding white light overhead

echoed in her head. The doctor was talking

don’t know when she’ll wake up. At the

Rachel’s heart jolted violently.

did they mean, twenty–four hours? She didn’t have twenty–four hours. Her flight

for the next opportunity, that wouldn’t come for

with everything she had to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they were glued shut and impossible to