Novel & Cerita Is Rachel On Qvc Married

“You never try. Always ‘I don’t know,’ ‘I don’t gossip,’ ‘I haven’t heard.’ Blah, blah, blah.” “Delia?” Emily guessed, naming their old neighbor’s daughter just to stop the lecture. “Oh, Emily! Delia has been married for five years!” her mother huffed. “Honestly, you live under a rock.” “Well… who is it, then?” Emily asked quietly. “You won’t believe it. I couldn’t believe it myself. Rachel. Rachel from across the street. Thirty-five-year-old Rachel.” “Oh.” Emily pressed her fingers to her temple. “Well… good for her.”

Who would have thought the man who walked me every day to take a bath, who to my knowledge did not take one little peek, who would have thought that despite the fact that we shared a tent and shared a sleeping bag with me just wearing his shirt, the man who never touched me even though I showed in more than one way that I would let him, who would have thought that we would have ended up having a ten year marriage, with two children nonetheless. I remember a conversation we had on the fourth day. He was walking behind me and cleared his throat. “I do not know if this is going to make you more hell bent, because saying this will be proof that your advances are working, but you need to stop try

he asked, his voice cold enough to make ice shiver. "I think we need to talk," Rachel said, trying to sound stronger than she felt. She glanced at the secretary who brushed past her with the air of someone above small talk. No smile, just a look that screamed *you don't belong here*. Rachel took a breath. "I want our marriage to continue as it should be," she said sternly, though her gaze dropped to her stilettos. They were shiny—maybe too shiny—and suddenly she hated them. “There won’t be a wedding if you’re still being ridiculous like this,” Nicholas replied. He pulled out his phone and handed it to her, and she blinked in confusion. She looked at the screen and saw a photo posted on socia

Rachel replied happily. The CEO glanced at her. “I did not know you were married.” “I’m not married,” she said. “But you have a son,” he pointed out, clearly confused. “There’s something called being a single mom,” Rachel said with a small smile. “Oh I see,” he said. “Did your son get into a fighting school?” he inquired curiously,as he wants to know more about her “I was not called by his school,” Rachel said, avoiding the topic. Rachel didn’t want to mention anything about the hospital ,because she didn’t want him pitying her. She focused on the conversation, feeling herself growing tense.

Rachel marched in from outside, and the door slammed against the doorframe as she shut it behind her. Cameron’s face darkened as he gave her a cold glare. “Rachel… What’s going on? I don’t recall you making an appointment with me.” “Hah!” She gave him a sarcastic laugh as she headed directly toward the lounge in his office. It only took her one look to notice the video that had been playing on the TV. A rather dejected expression flickered across her face when she saw the figures on the screen, but she hastily curled her lips into a smirk. “We haven’t gotten a divorce, President Stark. I’m still your wife, so do I need to make an appointment just to see you?!”

I nodded immediately. “Yes,” I answered calmly before forcing myself to continue the lie. “Although my husband isn’t around at the moment.” As though I even knew where the man was. “Well thank goodness,” Mrs. Rachel suddenly sighed dramatically. “For a second, I thought another unmarried woman was about to start working closely with Mr. Grayson again.” Immediately, Sebastian burst into laughter. “Now I finally have someone I can gossip with about proper woman things,” Rachel continued excitedly. I laughed nervously at that because it was not like I knew the first thing about actual married life anyway.

Then torn away. Now, I stood in the space between him and Logan, feeling the weight of every unspoken truth pressing down on me. Was love real if it was chosen for us? Or was it stronger when it was fought for? Kelvin’s voice was quiet when he finally spoke. “Rachael isn’t unclaimed.” Every head turned toward him. My breath caught. Kelvin’s eyes met mine, steady, unwavering. “She chooses where she stands.” The words were simple, but the meaning behind them wasn’t.

she immediately stopped after recalling her words. What the fuck did she say? She quickly palmed her mouth and looked away. "You are my wife but at this moment, I will just end up hurting you. Please leave the room." With no more excuses, Rachel left the room and ran to the balcony. After the interview, Vincenzo had gifted her the latest iPhone for official purposes. Rachel stared at the mobile in her hand and lost herself in thoughts. "Let me call Andrew. No one will be spying on me. Even the devil is busy." She quickly dialed his number and the ring went to his phone. After three rings, Andrew finally picked up.

She couldn’t breathe. Kristen leaned forward slightly, her eyes locking with Rachel’s. “Have you ever thought about being with a woman?” Rachel’s mouth went dry. Her thoughts spiraled. She managed a weak laugh, trying to gather herself. “I mean, I’ve found women attractive before. Who hasn’t? But no… I’ve never thought about it seriously. I’m married. I have kids. Tessa and Lily. My life’s already complicated.” Kristen studied her. “That’s not really a no.”

“They’re so adorable together, aren’t they?” “Yes, they are,” said Rachel in a tone that she hoped sounded dismissive enough to the other woman to discourage further commentary. She’d come to this spot to relax, not to chit-chat with an old woman who had the hots for her boyfriend. “How long have you two been married?” Asked the woman. Ugh! Rachel didn’t want to be rude to this woman but she was tired of her intrusive line of questioning. “He is not my husband, he’s my boyfriend,” she snapped. “Please, if you don’t mind, I would like to rest a little before my er – family comes here to join me.”