Callie walked into the VIP elevator and quickly pressed the button for the first floor. As the elevator descended, her heart sank with it, filled with intense anxiety.
Her face felt hot.
The password she had just entered was their wedding anniversary.
When the elevator doors opened, Callie quickly stepped out. The hotel lobby was vast, and the floor tiles were so clean they looked like mirrors.
She took several deep breaths, trying to walk naturally and not attract attention.
But Callie hadn’t expected that Nelson was having a meeting in the cafe right next to the lobby. As she reached the entrance, she glanced sideways and met Nelson’s unfocused eyes.
His gaze gradually sharpened in disbelief as he stood up abruptly. “Callie!”
Callie’s heart skipped a beat, and she bolted for the exit.
Outside, traffic was bustling. A taxi happened to pass by, and Callie raised her hand to hail it. Just as Nelson chased after her, she jumped into the cab, her heart pounding.
She gave an address to the driver. “Sir, please drive fast. My husband is violent; he’s got a knife and wants to hurt me.”
The driver started the car immediately upon hearing this and sped away, glancing outside instinctively. That man looked respectable; could he really be abusive?
Callie clutched her chest. As the car drove a short distance, she noticed Nelson’s car catching up. He was driving his Maybach, far superior in performance to the old taxi.
The two cars raced through traffic. The taxi driver, seeing the luxury car chasing them, hesitated. “Miss, who is your husband?”
Nelson lowered his window halfway and gave Callie a thumbs-up, as if to say: Impressive.
Callie could only hear her heartbeat. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if Nelson caught her.
“He’s very violent. Sir, please drop me off at the nearest police station. I’m begging you.”
Any delay was better than nothing; at least with people around, Nelson might not dare do anything to her.
She vaguely forgot that Nelson had never actually hurt her; instead, he had always treated her well.
The car couldn’t reach the police station. They had to stop at a red light ahead.
Red light: 64 seconds.
Callie watched as the Maybach stopped next to the taxi. Her mind went blank with just two words-it’s over.
When Nelson pulled Callie out of the car, he tried hard to calm his fury and managed to appear gentle. “Why are you running? I won’t hurt you.”
Callie’s wrist hurt badly. She stammered, “Nelson, let me go. I promise I won’t disappear, okay?”
Nelson’s face was tense; he said nothing.
Callie was terrified of this expression. She gripped his hand tightly, but he seemed not to notice.
“Come back with me.”
He was determined to take her back today.
There were many people on the street now, and the red light was about to change. Horns blared from behind as everyone was in a hurry, but no one dared approach Nelson’s Maybach with its intimidating license plate.
Callie looked at Nelson pleadingly. She knew that once she went back, she would never be able to leave again. This man wouldn’t let her go…
Nelson grabbed her wrist and dragged her a few steps before opening the car door to put her inside. The taxi had long disappeared without even taking payment.
Callie felt almost hopeless when she suddenly saw traffic police on duty by the roadside.
They were walking straight towards them, likely because Nelson’s car was blocking traffic for too long.