Countdown to My Divorce

Tyler couldn’t even be bothered to look at Howard, who pounded steering wheel when he saw Tyler blatantly ignoring him. “Hey, Tyler! Since you have the guts, let’s see how long you can act all cocky!” Howard roared. He stepped hard on the accelerator and continued racing Tyler, not caring about putting i own life on the line.

Rachel, seeing the crazed look on Howard’s face, felt a chill down her spine. “Does he want to die?”

Howard’s car was beginning to show signs of losing stability. Although the car was state–of–the–art, going past its speed capacity would make it tilt.

There was no sign of anxiety in ‘Tyler’s deep, dark eyes as he looked indifferently at Howard.

“Just a bit more.”

Rachel didn’t know what Tyler meant by that, but she had a feeling that this man wouldn’t let this race with Howard go on for too long.

Getting involved in a car chase was something someone as reckless and brainless as Howard would do, not a shrewd and prudent man like Tyler. He wouldn’t put his life on the line just to spite Howard.

Very soon, Rachel realized what Tyler was planning. There was a change in lane up ahead, but she still couldn’t figure out how Tyler was planning to shake Howard off.

his car kept accelerating and showed no signs of

said to Rachel, “Hold on

her grip on the armrest and asked anxiously, “What

find out soon

although it was still zipping down the highway at a high speed.

Howard to react. Tyler’s car hit Howard’s slanted car body, which

“Damn it!”

the brakes, but it was

on the accelerator in one swift move. Howard was left in the dust

car down and stopped it by the roadside. Rachel immediately unbuckled her seatbelt, hurled herself out of the car, and started

have puked all over Tyler’s car just now. For a brief

All she could do was stare straight ahead, fearing that a serious

racing at, she would be killed in an instant if a car cut

realized that her knees