Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 883

Seven in the evening.

After knocking off work, Maja hopped into her ride.

Zoey was still playing the role of her/driver, taking her back to Rosewood Manor.

Maja was beaten today. Ever since Jeff dropped the bomb on her, she’s been on edge, just trying to keep her calm.

When Zoey steered the car onto a deserted road, she had this gut feeling that they were being tailed by a few vehicles.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, those cars behind us.”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw those cars speed up and charge straight at them!

Zoey, horrified, slammed the gas, her face turning as white as–a–sheet.

But her driving skills were just so–so and she couldn’t shake off the cars chasing them.

In a flash, they were surrounded by three cars.

Maja straightened up in the backseat, her eyes icy cold. After a while, she finally spoke, “Zoey, how good a swimmer are you?”

“Not too shabby.”

“Can you look out for yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Drive the car into the river. Once we’re in the water, save yourself first.”

“But, Ms. Pennyfeather.”

Zoey’s palm’s were already drenched in sweat. Driving into the river was basically a death wish, wasn’t it?

want to live, this is our

clear they

as good as dead if they didn’t

straight onto the bridge, smashing through the railings, the car plunging into the

the attention of nearby cars, many

rolled down the windows and also helped Maja roll

to swim out, but she hit her head hard when the car went in. Feeling dizzy, coupled with a

hit her, she lost her breath and

She was initially swimming up, but seeing Maja not following, she didn’t

even if it meant risking her life,

just as she was about to turn back, a figure dived in from the surface, quickly swimming

swimming skills, she knew she’d only get in the way if she returned, so she decided

on the brink of suffocation, a pair of hands

dizzy from lack of oxygen and couldn’t see his

like her chest was about to

she about to die?

waist, and after reaching the shore,

of activity, with police

police were shouting through a megaphone.

good Samaritans were diving in to save people, but it was eerily quiet

was thick, and the night was not lit by streetlights, only

enough for

lying in the grass, soaking wet, her face as pale as

die, feeling like she couldn’t breathe,

pressing

some water, coughed a few times, then felt some air being

real and natural as if it had pulled her

daze, she heard

are you so careless? Are you feeling a bit better?”

oxygen deprivation. Everything was blank. Feeling that the person was about to leave, she quickly