Elzi's grip on the wheel tightened as time passed. As her foot pressed deeper into the accelerator, her mind became more and more chaotic. She roared, occasionally pounding the wheel to release all the anger burning in her chest.

Do I even know who my husband really is?

This was a question that had been swirling in Elzi's head since before. She tried to push it away with all her might, but it clung to her like an implacable shadow. It echoed in Elzi's head and almost drove her to despair.

Of course, it was not because of Rachel. No, what Elzi was doing now was not due to the...