Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel shut her eyes in despair. She knew Tyler wouldn’t let her off that easily. After all, she had deceived him. She decided it was best to talk things through calmly.

She turned to face him with slightly pleading eyes. At six foot three, he towered over her.

She tried to sound as reasonable as possible. “Mr. Hunt, how about this? I’ll pay you the penalty for breaching the contract. We’ll call it even, like we never signed anything. Deal?”

Tyler raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh? Are you rich now

“This isn’t about money. I admit that I was the one in the wrong.” Rachel figured with someone like Tyler, reasoning was the only way. If she pushed too hard, she’d be the one to suffer.

Tyler finally let her go. He glanced down at his watch in that slow, unhurried way of his.

“I’m not a fan of standing around. I prefer to talk somewhere else.”

“What does that mean?”

He gave a subtle tilt of his chin toward his car. “Get in.”

Rachel hesitated and thought of Jim. “But Mr. Hunt, I really have something important to-”

her finish. He turned and walked toward his

wasn’t going to give her even a

at the passenger side, holding the door open. He didn’t say a word,

that she had

and glanced at the time on her phone. Eventually, she gave

her seatbelt clicked, the car launched

forward, then slammed back into her seat from the force. Panic hit her instantly. She

Hunt! What the hell are you

Tyler didn’t respond.

clenched, he looked like the devil

with all her strength. Her gaze was locked on the road ahead. She was terrified he wouldn’t react in time, and they’d crash straight

happened five years ago. Tyler had

felt like she was face to

the coma. She had felt the ice–cold medication aping through her veins. If she hadn’t woken up in time, she might never have

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