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?

we want to live, this is

clear they were looking to do them

as dead if they didn’t take a

smashing through the railings, the car plunging

of nearby cars, many of which pulled over.

the windows and

but she hit her head hard when the car went in. Feeling dizzy, coupled with a strong sense of vertigo, she didn’t have

her breath and felt a strong

swimming skills were barely enough to save herself. She was initially swimming up, but seeing

even if it meant risking her life, she couldn’t let Ms.

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

judging by his swimming skills, she knew she’d only get

brink of suffocation, a pair of

from lack of oxygen

like her chest was

she about

after reaching the shore,

the distance was a sea of activity, with police and onlookers,

and police were

people, but

was not lit by streetlights, only

the dimness, it was enough for him

her face as pale as a ghost,

was about to die, feeling like she couldn’t breathe, as if she was walking towards death.

someone pressing on her belly.

coughed a few times, then felt

was too real and natural as if it

daze, she heard a man gently asking.

Are you feeling a bit better?”

from severe oxygen deprivation. Everything was blank. Feeling that the person was about to leave,