The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

He'd deliberately stalled right there, just to see if Stella would abandon him and make a run for it alone.

If their roles were reversed, whether or not he'd save her would depend entirely on his mood.

But most likely? He wouldn't.

He was never the type to go out of his way for others.

Blood loss was catching up to Joshua, and a wave of dizziness washed over him.

Still, he made no move to ask for help.

A strange thought drifted into his mind.

If he died here, would that mean his luck had finally run out?

Or, if by chance someone came to his rescue, did that mean the devil truly looks after his own?

He was lost in these pointless musings when three figures slowly came into view.

Joshua's pupils flickered slightly.

Stella was approaching with two unfamiliar middle-aged men.

"Gentlemen, this is my friend," she said, her voice steady. "If you can get him safely to the hospital, I'll give each of you ten thousand dollars as a thank you."

for that kind of money

two men snapped to attention, their attitude

one of them said quickly. "We'll get your friend to

away, "We'll run every red light if we have to getting him

had flagged down cars for ages before finally finding someone willing to

chance at help,

at first, but when Stella let them record

of the stronger men hoisted Joshua onto his back and carried him to the

to climb in after him when Joshua seemed to

let

to the hospital," he said, his voice weak but insistent.

hurry back to

you leave

should still make it."

hours early, just in case something went wrong on the

had just happened,

at Joshua's pale face "You're still

.n

at a time like

a trophy more important

looked alert now, but when that car came barreling toward them,

and shielded her from the brunt of the

knew if his