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?

live, this is our only option.”

out for blood. It was clear they

as dead if

with her eyes shut, drove straight onto the bridge, smashing through

attention of nearby cars, many

down the windows and also helped Maja roll hers

out, but she hit her head hard when the car went in. Feeling dizzy, coupled with a strong sense of vertigo,

water hit her, she lost her

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

her life, she

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

skills, she knew she’d only get in

as Maja was on the brink of suffocation, a pair of hands pulled

dizzy from lack of oxygen and couldn’t see

and felt like her chest was about to

about

reaching the shore, he laid her on the

activity,

were flashing, and police

Samaritans were diving in to save people, but it was

not lit by streetlights, only the faint

enough for him to see

soaking wet, her face as pale as a

was about to die, feeling like she couldn’t breathe, as if

someone pressing on

times, then felt some air being passed

natural as if it had pulled her

she heard a man gently asking.

Are you

see anything in front of her, just recovering from severe oxygen deprivation. Everything was blank. Feeling that the person