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-”

finish. He turned and walked

understood. This man wasn’t going to give her even a second

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

she had to get in no

time on her

the car launched

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

the hell are

Tyler didn’t respond.

the accelerator. With his jaw clenched, he

the road ahead.

that happened five years ago. Tyler had raced

first time she had felt like

was when she had been in 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 woken

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