The Divorce Papers Tasted Like Revenge (Tracy and Chandler) novel Chapter 7

After reading for a while, Tracy’s stomach started aching again. She picked up her cup and headed downstairs for some water.

At the staircase, she ran into Chandler putting on his jacket. He said to her, “I’ve got something urgent at the company. I’m heading out.”

Seeing her clutching her stomach in pain, he casually asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

Tracy forced a smile. “Nothing. Just the old stomach trouble acting up again.”

Chandler’s brow furrowed, almost imperceptibly. Then he said coldly, “I don’t have time to play along with your act. I have urgent business.”

Every time he wanted to go out, Tracy would suddenly claim her stomach hurt, as if to hold him back. He’d seen that trick too many times to ever believe it again.

Tracy froze. What did he mean? He thought she was pretending?

A bitter laugh slipped out. Her stomach throbbed with pain, but her heart hurt even more.

She should never have said anything to him at all. Even when she was on the verge of collapsing, he thought she was faking it.

This was the man she had loved all these years.

She wanted so badly to ask him: if she really had cancer, if she were really about to die, would he feel even a shred of pity for her?

She already knew the answer. Judging from the way he treated her now, if she dropped dead in front of him, he would probably think she was putting on a show—then step over her body on his way out to meet Yvonne.

Tracy shook her head hard, trying to scatter those thoughts. It didn’t matter. Their divorce was already in the cooling-off stage.

All she had to do was get through this month, and she would finally be free. Everything was moving in the right direction.

After Chandler left, she swallowed a pill and chased it with a large glass of warm water. The pain finally eased.

Back in her room, she shut her computer and lay down to sleep.

The next morning, Saturday, she was woken early by the shrill ring of the phone. Glancing at the caller ID, she saw it was her grandmother.

“Tracy, are you coming home today?” her grandmother’s aged voice asked gently.

Still groggy, Tracy blinked. Right. She remembered now. On her days off, she usually went home twice a month.

Her visits were never on a fixed schedule, so her grandmother called on every rest day to ask if she would come.

But aside from her grandmother, no one else in the Xander family wanted her back—something she’d always known.

She yawned. “Grandma, I happen to be free today. I’ll come by later.”

Her grandmother’s voice brightened immediately. “Good! I’ll have Linda make your favorite dishes.”

After hanging up, Tracy checked the time. Only 7:10 a.m. Still so early.

She ruffled her messy hair, flopped back onto the bed for a while, then finally got up.

When she came downstairs after washing up, Jennie had already prepared breakfast. “Good morning, Ms. Tracy. Breakfast is ready,” she said with a smile.

“Morning,” Tracy answered quietly.

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