Just as she finished speaking, the car screeched to a sudden halt on the side of the road.

Rianne was startled, her body jerking forward uncontrollably with the car's momentum.

"‌Michael! Are you crazy?" She nearly had a heart attack.

‌Michael's face was a mask of icy fury, his deep eyes swirling with anger, exuding a menacing and oppressive aura.

Instinctively, Rianne shrank back, not expecting such a strong reaction from him.

The next second, ‌Michael moved closer, trapping her in the corner of the car, their foreheads touching.

"Ria, can we not get divorced?" ‌Michael's voice was husky and low, resonant like a bass drum, rich and pleasing to...