The Billionaire Lady's Husband

"He is not the right man for you. Leave him."

Those words echoed in her mind, refusing to fade even as the heavy rain blurred the windshield, obscuring her vision. She paid no attention to it, her hands gripping the wheel tightly as she drove at full speed, her face drenched in tears. The warm, clear drops streamed relentlessly from her eyes, and the sound of her sobs was the only thing filling the silence inside the car.

Her gaze was fixed on the road ahead, barely visible through the downpour, but it shifted when her phone vibrated on the dashboard. She glanced at the screen, pressing her lips into a thin line as she read the name flashing there.

"Shameless man. How dare he still call me?"

Frustration swelled in her chest at the mere sight of his name, which kept appearing as he called incessantly. Unable to contain her rage any longer, she grabbed the phone and pressed the side button to turn it off, completely forgetting that her car was still speeding. The moment she looked up, it was too late.

She finally noticed the roadwork ahead. A worker waved frantically, signaling her to stop, but in a panic, she jerked the steering wheel to the right with all her strength, desperately trying to avoid him.

The black sedan skidded violently, swerving off course before crashing into the roadside barrier with a deafening impact. Smoke billowed from the hood and the back of the car, while shattered glass from the windshield scattered everywhere.

"Ma'am, are you okay?!"

The road workers rushed to the wrecked vehicle, banging on the windows in alarm, trying to wake the driver slumped over the wheel.

But she didn't move. Tears still streamed down her face, as if the pain from the deep gash on her forehead was nothing compared to the agony in her heart.

As her consciousness faded, she whispered in a broken voice, her heartbreak pouring out with every syllable.

"Why is my fate like this? Do I not deserve happiness?"

And with that, her eyelids fluttered shut. A final tear fell, mingling with the blood trickling from her wound.

"Ma'am, open the door! Ma'am!"

"It seems we have to force open the car door and get the lady out."

However, the voices of the officers conversing could still be heard by the woman, and she slowly opened her eyes again. No, she did not want to be disturbed by anyone at this moment. She would not allow the officers to pull her out of the car. Acting recklessly, and despite the pain from the wound on her forehead that was still bleeding, she started the engine once more, forcing the heavily damaged car to move forward.

The car sped down the road at high speed, ignoring the shouts of the officers trying to stop her. She kept driving, not knowing where she was heading. After a few minutes, the vehicle came to a stop-right on a bridge, beneath which