Countdown to My Divorce

Jim waved. “You don’t need to worry about any of that. Just go back, open the safe, and bring the contents to me.” “Yes, I’ll go right now.”

Rachel stood in front of the old Lloyd family estate. She stared at the familiar place. Her emotions were a tangled

mess.

She never thought she’d set foot here again.

She had once imagined that when Jim passed, she might come back briefly. But even then, she hadn’t planned to show herself.

It didn’t matter. Once Jim’s affairs were settled, she would leave again.

Standing tall, she stepped inside.

The moment the maids saw her, their faces turned pale like they had seen a ghost.

One maid held a basin, ready to start cleaning. She spotted Rachel, her hands trembled, and she dropped it.

“Ag–ghost!”

the maids shrieked and ran

the sudden chaos erupted, her expression serious. “What are you all screaming about? It’s broad

living room. Sasha, now composed, looked at her with nothing but hostility. She lifted her chin and took on the full air of a lady

Lloyd

asked me to come get something for him. Don’t worry I’ll leave as soon as

turned

as she was about to go up, Sasha moved,

voice came out laced with a deadly chill that made the maids instinctively shudder. “I said, I’m

it. We don’t

added. “You might still have the same last name, but you’ve got nothing to do with the Lloyd

We all thought you were dead. Since that’s

Jim was gravely ill, the two of them clearly planned to

glanced down and played with the key Jim