He spoke like a man certain I’d never go through with the divorce, that I wouldn’t dare sign the papers. But he didn’t know I’d already handed them in, signed and final.
I wiped the egg yolk off my sleeve, my eyes locked on him. “Max, keep dreaming. The more you try to stop me, the more it proves you’re hiding something. I won’t let you go. Even if it kills me, I won’t let you go.”
After saying that, I opened my car door, got in, and drove away.
But halfway down the road, my stomach dropped as my brakes weren’t working. No matter how hard I pressed, the speed wouldn’t drop.
The car had just been serviced. This shouldn’t have happened. Unless someone had tampered with it.
Forcing myself to stay calm, I spotted a fish pond up ahead. Without a second thought, I rolled down the window and jumped out.
The world spun, then a deafening crash sounded nearby as my car shot straight into the pond.
Pain exploded in my leg as I hit the ground. My foot had smashed into a rock. The fracture was bad, but a kind passerby rushed me to the hospital.
That night, the news of my “accident” was everywhere, topping the trending searches. People mocked me relentlessly, saying I had brought it on myself.