I had barely climbed into a taxi when Mabel caught up, her fingers clamping onto the door like claws. "Sister, why are you leaving so soon? Didn't you like your present? I really do want you to be happy. Don't go. I'll give you my place. Just stay—"
"Get off." I had no interest in performing in her little show. I looked at the driver, my voice flat and dead. "Drive."
The car had barely pulled away when Mabel darted in front of it, arms flung wide.
A split second later, the screech of brakes cut through the air. Not from the taxi.
From the Maybach behind us.
Guy's car.
CRASH.
The impact sent the taxi skidding sideways. My head slammed into the window glass, and the world turned red.
Through the blur, I saw Guy climb out of the Maybach and sprint toward Mabel.
He didn't so much as glance in my direction.
I closed my eyes. A bitter smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth.
The divorce papers should have been delivered by now.
Guy James, from this moment on, we are nothing to each other.
