Liam had just bailed me out of the precinct. On the way home.I asked for a divorce.”Chloe, there’s a line, even for you.”I watched Liam, focused on the road, and a hollow laugh escaped me.”My mind’s made up.”
“Liam,” I turned to him, my gaze unwavering, “let’s just let each other go.”The Maserati screeched to a halt by the roadside.The atmosphere in the car plummeted to freezing.”A reason.”Liam gripped the steering wheel, his voice was glacial, each word a shard of ice.”Give me a reason, Chloe. What’s this drama now?”I looked at Liam, and suddenly, it all just felt so utterly pointless. I lowered my window and pointed at the car that had been tailing us in the rearview mirror.”My guess?
Ten seconds.””Someone’s coming for you.”I stated, absolutely certain, and started my countdown.”Ten.””Nine.””Eight.”Before I could even process what was happening, a figure had already stepped out of the Porsche behind me. Alex, his eyes red-rimmed, rushed over.”Julian, I honestly didn’t mean it today.
I only suggested picking up clothes because I was accompanying Hailey to a dinner. I truly didn’t know you were sleeping at home, and I certainly didn’t know you’d mistake me for a thief and call the police immediately.””Ultimately, this is my fault. Please, don’t argue with Hailey over this. I’m begging you.””If you’re really that upset,” Alex grabbed my hand and brought it to his face, “hit me.””Hit me to get it all out.”
My hand was clasped tight. I was about to strike.Hailey’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cold: “Julian Hayes, what about your manners?””What, did your manners just vanish into thin air?”I just found it so ridiculous. See? I didn’t have to do a single thing; I just sat here, passively taking it, and it still somehow became my fault.
