Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 896

She didn't say another word. She just stuck out her hand, flagged down a cab, and left.

In the cab's rearview mirror, she caught a final glimpse of Dylan. He was still standing where she'd left him, not even bothering to get into his own car, just staring in the direction she'd gone.

Her chest tightened with a sour ache. But what could she do? He was tied to Z's death-there was no getting around that.

She blinked hard, forcing all the messy emotions back down.

The cab driver must've noticed her mood. He tried to lighten things up. "Hey, if you really don't want the divorce, I can always turn the car around. Your husband -he's handsome, drives a fancy car... I bet a lot of women would want a guy like that. Maybe give it another thought?"

Clara managed a weak smile. "He treats me well. We're just... not meant to be."

The driver gave a sympathetic click of his tongue. "Fate's weird like that, huh? But sometimes, if you want something, you just have to go for it. If you're happy right now, isn't that enough? If everyone worried too much about the future, nobody would ever be happy."

Clara didn't answer. She just leaned back and stared blankly at the car's ceiling.

Meanwhile, Dylan didn't budge until the cab was completely out of sight. He stood there, refusing to get in his own car.

It wasn't until Aiden spoke up, "Sir, you should get in the car. You really can't be standing out here with your health."

Dylan just grunted a quiet "Mm" and finally slid into the back seat.

mirror, relieved that the divorce

it had, he doubted Dylan would even make it through the

the steering wheel, Aiden hesitated, then said, "They still need you at Westhill Cemetery. Things are getting worse. Please, don't keep pushing

tight, lost in thought. He didn't say a

*

Clara's

home from work. "Clara, did you hear

crashed into a truck. It's been all over the news. The license plate looked really familiar, and honestly, the way that truck hit—no way it was random. I

dropped. She snatched the remote

it went off the bridge. With all that high

and ran out the

what was happening, but when he saw how

figured the car

Dylan's

car and

news outlet was saying the same thing: it was Dylan's car. Both Dylan and his driver Aiden, were missing. The car

gathered along the shore. Reporters were everywhere, waiting

all, this was the CEO of Ferguson

world was in chaos. Dylan-caught in an

health was already hanging by a thread before the crash.