The Divorce Papers Tasted Like Revenge (Tracy and Chandler) novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Only Twenty-Two Days Left on the Countdown

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Chapter 18 Only Twenty-Two Days Left on the Countdown

Tracy glanced at Quinton, then pointed behind him. “Mr. Quinton, my car’s right there. Could you move aside?”

While he hesitated, she slipped past, walked straight to her car, opened the door, started the engine, and drove off.

Not a moment’s hesitation.

Was this really the same woman who used to cling to Mr. Gaunt endlessly, never letting him go? Or was she now playing some new tactic, retreating to advance, hoping to catch his attention another way?

Just then Chandler’s phone rang. Yvonne was calling. He seemed to have just woken up; squinting, he answered.

Her sweet voice came through, “My brother just heard about the Z matter and wants to talk to you in person. Can you come now?”

Chandler rubbed his tired brow. “Send me the location. I’ll come right away.”

“Okay.” Yvonne’s voice was soft and pleased.

After hanging up, she sent the address. Chandler lowered his window and told Quinton, “Drive. Gold Club.”

“Yes, sir.” Quinton hurried into the driver’s seat, and the car rolled out of the garage.

After returning home, Tracy ate dinner, then shut herself in her room to polish her speech. The symposium was tomorrow; she had to finish.

She typed for hours, writing, deleting, rewriting, until she finally had something she was satisfied with.

When she printed it out, she glanced at her phone. Ten o’clock. She rushed off to find pajamas and shower.

Fresh from the bathroom, she went downstairs, tore off the July 8th page of the calendar, and dropped it in the trash.

Another day gone.

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Chapter 18 Only Twenty-Two Days Left on the Countdown

The countdown: twenty-two days left.

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She carried a glass to the water dispenser, popped a pill from her bottle, and swallowed it with a gulp of water.

The door clicked open just then-Chandler was back, reeking of alcohol, like he’d just come from a dinner engagement.

He noticed the pill bottle in her hand and asked casually, “Not feeling well?”

Tracy tossed the pill into her mouth, washed it down, and said, “Nothing. Just my old stomach problem flaring up. It’s only painkillers.”

Chandler changed his shoes and headed upstairs without another word. He didn’t ask what was wrong, didn’t even glance at the bottle.

If he had looked for even a second, he would’ve seen the label: cancer medication. But he hadn’t.

Her condition didn’t matter to him at all. He didn’t even want to see.

Tracy slipped the bottle into her bag, filled her glass, and also went upstairs.

The next morning, Tracy rose early. Chandler’s shoes were missing from the entryway-he hadn’t stayed home overnight.

She noticed, but thought nothing of it, and went on with her morning. In the walk-in closet, she spent a long time deciding before settling on a pale blue blouse with an ivory skirt suit.

hadn’t

She put on light makeup and a pair of earrings she hadn’t worn in years.

In the mirror, her reflection pleased her. Chandler had never liked her dressing so formally; these outfits had sat untouched in her wardrobe for years.

The symposium started at two in the afternoon. After lunch, Tracy left early.

At the Northport Convention Center, the venue was already bustling.

Two security guards stood at the entrance, scanning invitations before allowing anyone inside.

As Tracy bent over her bag to find her invitation, a voice she knew all too well came from above.

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Chapter 18 Only Twenty-Two Days Left on the Countdown

“Tracy, what are you doing here?”

She turned and saw Jared and Chase-with Yvonne trailing behind.

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