A divorced millionaire was driving his fiancée home when he unexpectedly saw his homeless ex-wife on the street.
“Michael, stop the car right now! Pull over!”
Ashley’s sharp voice sliced through the sealed quiet of the black SUV like metal across glass. Michael hit the brake before he even understood why. The tires screamed against the cracked shoulder, and dust rolled up in a hot brown cloud around the doors.
“Look over there,” Ashley said, leaning across the dash with that polished little smile he used to mistake for confidence. “Isn’t that your ex-wife?”
Michael turned his head.
And everything inside him stopped.
