Countdown to My Divorce

Gerald’s weathered face went pale with shock.

“Mr. Howard, you can’t…”

Howard didn’t even glance back. As he left, he tossed one last warning at the Lloyds.

“I’ve said what I needed to say. If Rachel doesn’t come crawling to me within a week to apologize, your family can start preparing for bankruptcy.”

“Mr. Howard…”

Gerald gripped his cane, trying to follow, but his age betrayed him–he couldn’t keep up. Once Howard was gone, the living room fell silent.

Sasha turned to Gerald, smug as ever.

“See? I told you, Rachel’s nothing but a curse. If you’d just listened to me and cut ties with her earlier, would Howard have ever come after the Lloyds?”

Gerald’s head throbbed. Rubbing at the few strands of hair left on his scalp, he snapped, “Do you really need to rub salt in the wound? This whole house is in ruins because of you! Tell me this–where’s Yvette? I haven’t seen her around these past few days.”

At that, Sasha’s smile grew sly, almost triumphant.

“Why don’t you ask your precious eldest granddaughter what she’s been up to–like how she managed to get her own little sister thrown into a police station.”

Gerald froze.

are you talking

story of Rachel and Yvette in the most damning light possible, piling exaggeration on

poison, every phrase hitting him harder than the last. The room seemed to spin. Before Sasha could

onto the floor.

Startled, Sasha screamed.

“Old man!”

returned to the hotel when her

the hospital? Your grandfather fainted. He’s been admitted,” Jim

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heart clenched with guilt. Could this be

steadied herself enough

one I’m at. Sasha brought

“I’ll be right there.”

to Jerry. “Jerry, take me to

“Got it.”

like Gerald much, the thought that he might have collapsed because of her left a heaviness in her chest.