The engine roared like a beast between my thighs as I gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white against the black leather. Tears blurred the dark highway ahead, but I didn’t slow down. Not yet. My phone vibrated relentlessly in the cupholder—another call from him. Then a barrage of texts lighting up the screen like accusations. Baby please. It was a mistake. Come back. Mistake? He’d buried his cock in that whore from his office while I was planning our anniversary. I swiped to ignore and cranked the music louder, the bass thumping through my chest like a second, angrier heartbeat.

Fuck him. Fuck his lies. Fuck the two years...