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-”

turned and walked toward his car without

wasn’t going to give her even a second to

holding the door open. He didn’t say a word, but the

made it obvious that she had to

at the time on her phone.

her seatbelt clicked, the car launched forward like

from the force. Panic hit her instantly. She turned to glare

the hell are you

Tyler didn’t respond.

jaw clenched, he looked like the devil himself had taken

the road ahead. She was terrified he wouldn’t react in time, and they’d crash straight into

years ago. Tyler had raced against Howard

she had felt like

had felt the ice–cold medication aping through her veins. If she hadn’t woken

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