834 "After My Ex-Husband Framed Me for Corporate Embezzlement by Forging My Signature and Making Me Clean His Executive Floors at Night, His Loyal Assistant Slid Me a USB Drive—Triggering a High-Stakes Underground Chase That Will Destroy His Empire by Monday Morning."

I braced myself, planting my feet on the concrete, ready to fight for every inch. I might have been wearing a cleaning uniform, but I was no longer the docile housewife Travis had left behind two years ago.

Before the two guards could close the distance, a pair of sharp headlights flared across the back wall of the parking garage.

A sleek silver sedan came screaming around the concrete pillar, its tires squealing loudly against the floor as it drifted sideways, stopping directly between us and blocking the exit ramp.

The passenger door flew open instantly.

"Get in! Now!"

It was Claire. Her hair was messy, her usual calm demeanor replaced by wild, desperate urgency as she leaned across the center console.

"Claire?!" Victor shouted, his face contorting with rage. "What are you doing? Stop them!"

The two suits lunged toward me, but I didn't hesitate. I threw myself headfirst into the passenger seat of Claire’s car, kicking the door shut behind me with a resounding slam.

"Step on it!" I yelled.

Claire slammed her foot down on the accelerator. The sedan roared forward, its engine screaming as it fishtailed around Victor’s parked sedans, sending gravel and rubber flying in all directions before rocketing up the exit ramp toward the street level.

Through the rear windshield, I watched Victor and his guards shrink into the distance, shaking their fists in impotent fury under the glaring parking lights.

Claire kept her eyes glued to the road as we merged into the rainy downtown traffic, her knuckles white against the steering wheel.

"Are you insane?" Claire breathed out, her voice trembling as the adrenaline finally began to crash. "If they caught you in that garage, they would have locked you in a corporate holding facility until you signed away every single right to the divorce settlement."

"They didn't catch us," I said, pulling the black USB drive from my pocket and holding it up so the dashboard lights caught the metal casing. "And they never will."