Countdown to My Divorce

Her Exit 398

Cecilia originally thought Rachel had spent the past five years on a journey of healing. After all, the pain William and Samantha caused her had been overwhelming.

But now, it seemed that those years weren’t just about healing. Rachel must’ve gone through a lot more than anyone realized.

Rachel didn’t explain much to Cecilia. After all, some things were better left unsaid, especially to someone not directly involved.

“Found it on the road,” she replied casually.

“Huh? What kind of luck is that? That card is insanely prestigious, not to mention globally limited. The person who lost it must be freaking out!”

Cecilia was clearly shocked by the answer, but she still believed Rachel.

Rachel made up a story on the spot. “Maybe they’re just too rich. Probably have a bunch of them and didn’t even notice one was missing.”

“True, but to be that rich, that’s next level. Imagine casually losing a globally limited card like it’s nothing.”

Tyler leaned against the car door. He picked up on Rachel’s comment. “Yeah. Just how rich do you have to be to misplace a Centurion Card?”

Rachel narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at Tyler’s probing eyes. Just that one glance made her feel unnerved. She felt exposed.

gaze, but the sensation of his gaze lingered like needles on her skin. Trying to shake

the dining vouchers and handed it to Cecilia. “Here. When the kids are on break, take them out for something

before trying to return it. “You’ve already done so much for me.

anyway. No

shoved it into Cecilia’s hands before the latter could refuse

out of the car as well. She hadn’t even fully extended her leg when Tyler grabbed her by

do you

he manhandled her like this, she felt like a cat being picked up by

this man just treat her with a

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+15 BONUS

always domineering and always in control. Reflecting on tets

going to Cecilia’s. There’s something I need to talk to

your father has regained consciousness. Aren’t

narrowed her eyes. Tyler had fooled her more than once,

bam

you first? Not me? Don’t you think that’s a little