The Unwanted Wife's Daring Escape Plan

s a small step in her efforts to make the world a better place. The fluorescent lights of the Midtown Manhattan office buzzed, making the nea

r number. She almost ignored her-maybe by the wrong number, or by a salesman working overt

ages. She stared at the screen, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs like a trapped bird. Jamie. That name screamed silently

trembling fin

nd sharp, so sharp that even

voice on the other end of the line wa

It's

ur husband, Jamie Conway, is currently here for inquiries.

e. They are just a bunch of voi

rstand. Is he okay? Did

spread, filled only by th

investigating a

wisted into pain. "A death

officer's tone remained unchanged. "

s on the desk lost its shape. The rumors she had dismissed for two years-whispers at charity galas, tacit mockery from other

She whispered hoarsely, her thro

sk him a few questions. T

had already stood up, grabbed her handbag

s. When she tried to ask for mo

over the phone. The in

was dis

ed the trench coat from the back of her chair and rushed out. Her fingers clumsily poked the elevator button, p

She rushed out of the elevator, passed through the lobby, and her practical work shoes tapped loudly on the marble floor. The night s

e. She rushed to the roadside and suddenly raised her arm to

he smell of stale coffee and

ce trembled as she spoke, barely for

sh hour. Every red light became a form of vigilante justice. Th

hed through her mind-he kissed her forehead before leaving home. His smile was perfect, and his suit was s

an. Her husband. The one who held her tightly when she had nightmare

t ahead, red and blue police lights flashed like a chaotic cluster of stars

as I can go." The drive

passenger seat, pushed open the car door, and walked o

ne, a large group of photographers and reporters crowded together to compete for a shot, raising their cameras h

crowd, head down, just wanting to get

hat's n

nd pointed the microphone at her. "

unison. A wall made up of a body

d to your husband being found w

een soliciting pros

ere something wrong

zzling, scorching her eyes and leaving patches of purple afterimages in her vision. She staggered backward, her

nse. She won't let them see a single tear, won't

bout to engulf her, the hotel's

came

er. Jamie's own suit was flawless, without a single wrinkle. Her hair was meti

. He frowned. He then began to move-pushing through the

rdered, his voice

as like a solid, warm wall, keeping her isolated from cameras and questioning. He exuded the s

past her ear. The reporters couldn't he

ound was a firm and reassuring anchor in the s

with sincere and unwavering love. The panic in his chest faded for a momen

a. His expression seamlessly shifts into a ma

sense of well-trainedness. "I just happened to be nearby and am

ng and resolute. He slightly raised their clasped hands,

gh the automatically parting crowd toward a black Maybach par

the heavy doors behind her making a dull "bang

nto the car, Jamie

cy cold. Chill

ht. Kelly stared at the dark car window; the brief sense of relief

the street corner-where a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom was p

red slightly, just allowing her to

softly into his phone, his eyes fixed on the departing Ma

isappeared into the traffic. He said nothing. Only the muscles in his jaw